Not being an aficionado of the heavy-metal genre, I snootily suspected that I would rather be standing in the rain flogging the Big Issue than suffer the racket that goes by the name of Black Sabbath. The noise, my dear, and the people! How could they? So I approached Birmingham Royal Ballet’s attempt to dance to its shenanigans armed with earplugs and gritted teeth.
Rupert Christiansen
Uninventive and far too polite: BRB’s Black Sabbath – The Ballet reviewed
Plus: Don Quixote is inane drivel but the Royal Ballet's current revival moved me to gasps of pleasure

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