Sopranos in regency ball gowns, waltzing in the aisles, balloon cascades, and a theatre packed full of Mammies. It can only be the foppish fiddler Andre Rieu, who performed to a full house in Dublin’s 02 last night.
Against an idyllic pastoral backdrop that looked like something out of the Sound of Music, his orchestra of thousands merrily churned through the hits, including the inevitable Blue Danube and a Nelson Mandela tribute.
There’s no doubting his popularity but it was all just too smug, too polished, too damn chirpy.
I think I prefer my classical music tortured and brooding.