Dismiss their works at your peril. Strip the barnacles of stale tradition off the Victorian duos's light operettas and their seditious glory still shines When I was a teenager in the 1970s, living above my parent's sweetshop in Brighton, a terrible thing happened. I developed an obsession, a dark craving that threatened to derail my happy family home. My school work suffered, I found myself unable to sleep, and my…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 08:13AM on October 28, 2022