“Among the soloists, John Irvin’s Faust - impressively, a late replacement - offered polished French diction, a refined tone and, crucially, a persuasive micro-climate of melancholy that, until he encounters Marguerite, darkens his every thought of pleasure. Irvin’s high lying silvered tenor blended authority and anguish, never merely serene when he lusciously hymns “Nature Immense”, but growing in force and scope as his beloved offers him both reason to live - and, saving her, to die and to be damned.” - The Arts Desk