A voice for the ages. Deep-dish and exceptionally plummy, her voice has power to spare and expression for days…

The kind of sumptuous velvet-and-steel mezzo-soprano that fills an auditorium seemingly as easily as opening the mouth, used with sharp intelligence…

Her singing captivated in the warm reminiscences of the “Rather Sad” memories, showing a rich, softly pulsing caramel tone…

The divine operatic mezzo Jamie Barton was allowed to pretty much run away with the show…

A blistering “O don fatale” in which her epic searing high C-flat singed my ears [was] greeted by the loudest roars of the night…

She achieves a rare standard of beauty: an even, rich voice across a broad range; easy, unfussy legato and richly expressive declamation…

I have never seen a performer unite a crowd so immediately and powerfully…

A sonic sculpture with dazzling beauty, as sung ineffably by the ethereal mezzo-soprano Jamie Barton…

Barton combined spiteful black magic with a tinge of grandmotherly compassion in a performance whose vocal shadings supported all that dramatic complexity…

Barton turned Duparc’s ‘Phydilé’ into a ravishing piece of shimmering gold… [with] ‘Acerba voluttà’ from Cilea’s Adriana Lecouvreur showing Italianate verismo fire, and power to spare.