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The Devil Inside, Peacock Theatre

The Devil Inside, Peacock Theatre

Compelling new Faustian-pact opera is small in scale but big on ideas

James (Ben McAteer) and Richard (Nicholas Sharratt) contemplate the power of the bottle impAll production images by Bill Cooper

"I wish I had money," exclaims the weak-willed hero of Stravinsky's The Rake's Progress and, hey presto, the devil appears to strike a deal. Auden and Kallman didn't have the last word on Faustian-pact librettos. Now writer Louise Welsh and composer Stuart MacRae, successful collaborators already on the award-winning Ghost Patrol, have had the bright idea of turning a fiendishly clever short story by Robert Louis Stevenson, The Bottle Imp, into an updated operatic subject.

The Devil Inside has a gripping plot - especially if, like me, you hadn't read either story or synopsis in advance - and is flawlessly presented by a small team, shared between Scottish Opera in Glasgow, where the opera recently had its premiere, and Music Theatre Wales. Four singers, 14 instrumentalists and a conductor power ahead on all fronts.

First question, if this touring production is to have a longer life: does the music fit the subject-matter? Absolutely. Fidgety and spangled from the start, the superb small orchestra under Michael Rafferty punches above its nominal weight, as in the chamber operas of Britten. The colours are often bewitching, especially in the eerie music for harp and the deflating chromatic descents of lower instruments, and McRae has more than a few hockety ideas as catchy as Britten's.

Steven Page as the Old Man in The Devil InsideIt has to be said that they're more often in the orchestra than in the voices; the singers have to grapple hard with writing that isn't exactly angular, but doesn't always fit the pithy text like a glove. The relatively few lyric moments are welcome but can feel contrived. Nicholas Sharratt as Richard, one of two lost hikers kicking off all the trouble in the mansion of a weird old man - Steven Page, commanding as ever (pictured above) - who wants to flog his green-glowing bottle complete with wish-granting imp inside for fifty dollars, has an arietta about what he'd do with the money rather too obviously flagged up. Baritone Ben McAteer's James gets big moments in the rich-financier scene, which came to a halt last night as the lights went off in the pit. Professional to a tee, Rafferty stopped cleanly, made an announcement while Sherratt quipped, and with illumination quickly restored. took the score back to the trumpet-capped interlude before the beginning of the scene.

When James, who's sold the bottle on to his friend having accumulated wealth but not happiness, finds a wife, cue music of love and intimacy which temporarily seems to lose the dynamic thread. Were it not for the warmth and conviction of Rachel Kelly (pictured below with McAteer), already a superlative mezzo fresh out of the Royal Opera's Jette Parker Young Artists Programme, as love-interest Catherine, the action would falter before the interval.

Rachel Kelly and Ben McAteer in The Devil InsideIt probably wouldn't have needed one if the action had been shorn by a quarter of an hour, though there's enough ingenuity to keep it all afloat in Matthew Richardson's production and Samal Blak's designs, joining with Ace McCarron's spot-on lighting to make a virtue of economy in a way that puts the expensive complications of the sets for The Master Builder, which I saw the previous night, to shame. Stars light up the creepy mansion; curtains and double bed become stained with a dark, evil-butterfly design and black finally seeps downwards in a threat to kill off the light. Repetitions, like the two plane journeys, point up the symmetry of the dramatic shape.

The screw truly begins to turn, musically speaking, in the second act. The ingenuity of Stevenson's devilish scheme is that the bottle can bring everything the owner desires, but it has to be sold on at a lower price if said owner is to avoid damnation. The threat of hell is possibly a bit of a snag in a secular 21st century context; as Tove Jansson's grandmother tells her granddaughter in The Summer Book, "You can see for yourself that life is hard enough without being punished for it afterwards". But it's music's task to make the supernatural seem real.

Admittedly with the pressure of Richard's drug-fuelled obsession and the desperate need to sell the bottle on for centimes comes an instrumental and vocal density that could also do with a bit of trimming. But the final twist, brilliantly devised by Walsh and MacRae, brings an ambiguous lightness. We could be witnessing the radiant beginnings of a new life, or the prequel to Rosemary's Baby. That's one of many ideas to mull over in this thought-provoking take on a myth with a difference, and even if it's not quite a masterwork, I sincerely hope The Devil Inside will be doing the rounds for years to come.

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