Glitterballs abound as the much-vaunted Priscilla Queen of the Desert musical comedy had the audience totally under their spell. They would have forgiven anything - including the late start.

Storgårds gives a marvellous account of it. From the iconic opening to the well-judged restraint of the slow movement and the blazing energy of the finale, the BBC Philharmonic are on magnificent form throughout, bearing comparison with the finest recordings in the catalogue. The Chandos engineers have captured the tension and drama with their customary skill. This is an outstanding disc in what is proving an increasingly distinguished cycle.

This is not an album that reaches for display. Voice and piano search instead for connection – a meditation on being and on what it means, in Robert Louis Stevenson's words, "to know not how it is with you". Musically, the songs reflect the uncertainty of the poetry, tilting towards the melancholic: slow metres, minor keys and the naturally dark, sometimes foreboding weight of the bass-baritone register. Around half the songs have been transposed to accommodate the lower voice, the remainder sung in their original keys.

Not long ago, RAYE was boxed into a version of herself that never quite fit — a powerhouse vocalist navigating an industry that preferred her as a background presence or a hook machine. The breaking point came in full public view, when she unravelled on social media and called time on the system holding her back. What followed was a rebirth.

With a voice that defined an era and a catalogue packed with timeless hits, Carol Decker remains one of British rock’s most distinctive and enduring performers. As the frontwoman of T'Pau, she helped shape the sound of the late ’80s with chart-topping classics like China In Your Hand and Heart and Soul — and now, she’s back with something new to say.

Few countries in the Eurovision Song Contest have carved out as distinctive a narrative as San Marino. The tiny nation has long punched above its weight, delivering cult favourites, surprise qualifiers and unforgettable personalities despite the odds.

Thirlmere After we lit the last candle the gales couldn't hold us any more. Along the lanes the walls had begun to slump, water sluicing through them green as grass, but we drove through anyway and out into the valley. The fields were polished flat. Trees were hung with drooping ropes of fleece that caught the breeze like kudzu.