Having previously listened to Ólafur Arnalds’ sorrowful, reflective works for piano, strings and electronics, I was not without cynical apprehension that the evening’s performance had the potential to be sentimental to the point of tawdry. […]
Having previously listened to Ólafur Arnalds’ sorrowful, reflective works for piano, strings and electronics, I was not without cynical apprehension that the evening’s performance had the potential to be sentimental to the point of tawdry. […]