“Bass/baritone Simon Lobelson sang Et in Spiritum Sanctum with precisely pointed articulation and accent.”

“It was also a privilege to hear eminent Australian Simon Lobelson as the baritone soloist”

“Simon Lobelson provide[s]… a forceful presence”

“Simon Lobelson, as the Captain, unravels with heart-wrenching beauty.”

“Out of many striking numbers, perhaps the most confronting aria was the curse of The Captain (Simon Lobelson)”

“One of the most impressive moments is the confronting and terrifying imprecation of the Captain, who is facing his demise and the destruction of his ship. The map has proven to be a fake, and he inveighs against his passengers: ‘I curse you all, you, with your certainty, your fantasies, your vainglory. Your maps to nowhere are your maps to hell!’ This is a powerful musical episode with the voice extended to the absolute extremes of the range, recalling some of the great operatic curses of the past, notably by Verdi and Wagner. It is a moment that could effectively be excerpted as a stand-alone aria. Here, it was sung with intensity and total vocal commitment by Simon Lobelson”

“The parts were also very convincingly sung by Jane Sheldon as the daughter and Simon Lobelson as the Captian”

“Led formidably by tenor Brenton Spiteri and a stellar trio of ‘fates’ (Jane Sheldon, Emily Edmonds, Simon Lobelson), the music of both Britten and Styles was acquitted gorgeously; all four singers exquisite across the board”

“Lobelson’s warm baritone provided a rock-solid foundation in the ensembles, while his singing in The Journey of the Magi was most moving” 

“The baritone writing too exploits a wide range, requiring careful use of head-voice in songs like ‘Irmelin Rose’, which Lobelson carries off well, but a lesser singer might not … We should be grateful to Yeo, Lobelson and Lemoh, and to Toccata Classics for their advocacy and sensitive renditions of this work”

“We heard a very evil-looking Simon Lobelson as Scarpa in the famous “Tre sbirri” aria from Puccini’s Tosca.”

“He has a wonderful intimate intensity, and is able to scale his voice to the size of the work and the size of the space in which he’s singing, but it feels like you’re listening to some great Wagnerian baritone sometimes by the way he’s able to capture the intensity of every note.”

“The exemplary German diction of the baritone soloist Simon Lobelson set a high benchmark for expressiveness and clarity of text and intent. He established a very serious mood for the very different setting of The trumpet shall sound than the familiar optimism of Handel’s setting in Messiah.”

“It’s difficult to single out individual characters, but Lobelson’s wonderful sonorous dignity, particularly as Oscars’s father was memorable, his rich baritone soaring effortlessly in frequent, high-lying phrases.”

“As Oscar’s father and several other parts, Simon Lobelson generates warmth of voice”

“Lobelson brings his unwavering vocal authority to the unyielding Theophilus and kind-hearted Percy Smith.”

“The role of Gregor requires a fit and athletic singer to cope with the physical demands. Singing with full-voiced strength across his range, baritone Simon Lobelson brilliantly depicts Gregor’s gradual physical adjustment to his insect-like transformation. Alternately scuttling around the stage in all fours, climbing up the walls and hanging upside down from the ceiling, he conveys Gregor’s increased desperation and perverse enjoyment at his condition.”

“As Gregor, Simon Lobelson’s performance is a vocal, theatrical and athletic tour de force as he projects a clean, well focused and rounded sound, all the while crawling under the bed, scaling walls or hanging upside down from the chandelier.”

“Baritone Simon Lobelson is magically agile in both voice and movement, as his insect self crawls and sweeps across the scaffolding, and ably sings through Howard’s dramatically discordant score.”

“Simon Lobelson leapt and crawled over and around these bars as he gave a brilliant performance in the role of Gregor Samsa… at the height of the action, Lobelson continued to sing while hanging upside down from a light fitting. The baritone gave a wonderful impression of fear and misery as Gregor’s predicament worsened.”

“Simon Lobelson as Gregor is amazingly able to sing with full vitality and range of expression, while at time performing the insect at a level we might expect of professional circus skills- climbing the walls, swinging upside down from a light fitting, rolling on the floor while flailing limbs in the air- his performance here is astonishing.”

“Simon Lobelson shone in a vocally and physically demanding role, often managing to sing perfectly in pitch while hanging upside down and between launching off the scaffolding, flitting about it true insect-like fashion.”

“With astonishing physicality and a no less persuasive vocal performance (even when hanging upside down), Lobelson was tremendously affecting as the wage slave who wakes to find himself turned into a beetle and so becomes surplus to requirements. Samsa’s confusion, pathos and anguish were acutely coloured in Lobelson’s clear, youthful baritone. That you could discern every word- was a tribute to Lobelson’s singing and to Howard’s word-setting.”

“Simon Lobelson gives a remarkable performance as Gregor: physical and cerebral, outwardly emotional and internally musical.”

“His is a highly athletic performance, restlessly clambering over, around, and up and intricate scaffolding set, simultaneously displaying a voice of burnished bronze that projected well…. His dicton was unwaveringly clear and precise, and there were many moments of poignancy and pathos: a performance that will long linger in the memory.”

“Lobelson’s dark, emotive baritone and detailed physicality, from arms and legs flailing initially to scurrying, crawling movement, is very visceral and works a great for Gregor. His attempt to communicate with his unsympathetic family, but only repulsing them, is tortuous to see, and his final demise is achingly sad.”

“Simon Lobelson gives an extraordinary performance as Gregor, singing with steely, focused power and expending unbridled physical energy in the highly demanding role…With just a fluttered piece of costume for his back, Lobelson conveys the transformation through his physicalisation, and also clearly demonstrating Gregor’s horror and impotence st the all-consuming change.”

“Above all, credit goes to baritone Simon Lobelson in his tour de force as the unfortunate Gregor, who wakes up one day as a giant insect. Part gymnast- crawling across the roof of the set, swinging and singing upside down from the chandelier – part actor and constantly engaged singer, he meets every challenge with panache.”

“Baritone Simon Lobelson produced a fine bel canto line in the song and accompagnato “Behold, O fond, deluded man” (not the worst English title in this work, by the way). He maintained excellent intonation and metric precision even when the choir and orchestra struggled.”

“★★★★½ “Definitive performances prove madness can be catching . . . The best was saved until last. When Peter Maxwell Davies’ Eight Songs for a Mad King burst upon an unsuspecting world in 1969, it created quite a furore. In 2016, the year of his passing, we can look back on the work and glimpse amidst the crash, bang and wallop the first seeds of the great stage composer that he would become. Australian poet Randolph Stow’s text is closely based on the words on King George III, recorded during his bouts of ‘madness’, now believed to be attributable to acute attacks of intermittent porphyria. Even at a distance of 45 years, it’s a bold, dangerous and painful piece – especially for anyone familiar with the workings of the unhinged mind – and thanks to Simon Lobelson’s truly remarkable interpretation (one of the finest pieces of musical theatre acting I’ve seen this year) it was brought to life in all its daring and, perhaps surprising, subtlety.

Director Kate Gaul’s sensitive, bare stage approach (gone were the birdcaged instrumentalists of the original conception) paid dividends. Lobelson’s bewigged monarch descended from on high, to enter a ‘cell’ ringed by the ensemble of six. A gibbering, raving, piteous creature in gown and breeches, he switched effortlessly from rage to despair. With his haunted face half made up, his voice swung miraculously from a thing of shreds and patches to a resonant, raging baritone.

The score calls for five octaves and demands the widest range of extended vocal techniques. Having studied it in detail, I can assure listeners that Lobelson’s brilliantly detailed reading was as close to what Maxwell Davies demands as you could hope to hear. Chock full of squeaks, wheezes, gasps and frequent animal noises, the rasp of air over vocal chords as God is repurposed into “G-o-o-o-o-d” is enough to make singers clutch their throats and wince. Lobelson’s cast iron technique however didn’t falter, and though just occasionally he was drowned in the lower register by the enthusiastic ensemble, he gave a stellar performance of one of music theatre’s most taxing scores.

The bravura vocal performance was matched by a dramatic assumption of the role that equally impressed. Whether muttering to the flautist who hopped birdlike across the stage, addressing Lear-like a passing fly, or hearing voices in his head, Lobelson was deep inside every moment. The mad tormented minuet that precedes the fourth song (To be sung on the Water) saw him at his most compelling, the whispered plea “deliver me from my people, they are within” was a guttural moment of chilling vulnerability. Another coup is Maxwell Davies instruction that the King snatch the leader’s violin and smash it to pieces in a moment of surprisingly alarming violence. A clever switch saw a bemused Andrew Haveron bereft of what one presumes was not his priceless 1757 Guadagnini! Lobelson’s exit, his voice fading almost interminably into the bowels of the Con, had a charnel whiff of Bedlam about it. Again, Lynch held it all together with aplomb, ensuring Lobelson of the best chance to pull off his vocal miracles, while the multi-instrument-wielding sextet gave a masterclass in technical wizardry. Quite stunning.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget Simon Lobelson’s brief appearance as the shepherd. He’s a Pinchgut Opera regular and lectures at the nearby Sydney Conservatorium so he didn’t have far to travel”

“Simon Lobelson presented the short walk-on role of the shepherd with stylish affinity”

“Simon Lobelson- another Aussie- does a fine job of his single line as the Shepherd”

“the grotesque family quartet of Michael Butchard, Blake Fischer, Simon Lobelson and Wade Kernot (dragged up like something out of Monty Python as the stentorian mother) were a class act, especially in their close harmony a cappella numbers.”

“baritone Simon Lobelson had expressive darkness and well-moulded sound as Junius.”

“Lobelson brings a ringing tone to Junius”

“Meanwhile, Simon Lobelson is a steady and very secure presence as the more devious Junius.”

“baritone Simon Lobelson created a convincing portrayal of the calculating Junius.”

“…as ever a pleasure to hear, as was Simon Lobelson’s robust baritone.”

“Simon Lobelson was masterful as the jealous and raging Junius. His wonderful baritone voice had everything and more that could be needed in the role. Rugged and masculine yet his hurt at being betrayed by his wife’s infidelity is so palpable in his anguished moments.”

“Lobelson is suave and imposing as the devilish Nick Shadow”

“Simon Lobelson takes a less melodramatic view of Nick Shadow than some baritones, and seems a fraction undercharacterised as a result, but his sinister half-smiles and secure singing are entirely satisfying”

“Simon Lobelson’s dapper lounge lizard of a Nick Shadow – himself shadowed by two silent accomplices, one male, one female (Jon Shaw and Ada Burke) – exuded subtle menace, even if the part lies a little low for his juicy baritone.”

“Lobelson exudes Giambattista’s dangerous strength, fully felt in the raging dialogue with Caterina (a fearless mezzo match for Lobelson’s baritone).”

“All the singers gave heroic performances, particularly Simon Lobelson.”

“Sydney based Simon Lobelson has a full, round baritone with lots of drama at the big end. He is enjoying an illustrious international career and we are lucky to have him for a small scale recital . . . My favourite was The Home for the Appalled [to which] Lobelson’s dramatic baritone was ideally suited.”

“Simon Lobelson, in this role and as the ailing archbishop sings with firm smoothness”

“A stark contrast to Lobelson’s cold, smooth baritone”

“Spiteri—youthful and nervously vigorous—and Lobelson—sombre, slow-moving, threatening—sing the demanding score with passion and conviction, deftly realising their characters’ wild mood swings.”

“Brenton Spiteri and Simon Lobelson cope admirably with the demands of the music and drama. It’s a long, difficult sing, and neither puts a musical foot wrong all evening … Lobelson is a saturnine presence; brooding and gloomy with a false bravura that masks an abject awareness of failure.”

“When I go mad, I want to go mad like King George. Specifically, like Peter Maxwell Davies’ King George. More specifically, like Simon Lobelson’s Peter Maxwell Davies’ King George. I want to find the music in the howls, the poetry in the pain. I want to smash violins. Oh alright, maybe not that last bit, but it is good to see how shocking it still is to watch someone whack a violin into the stage so hard that it cracks and splinters into pieces. It’s the culmination of Eight Songs for a Mad King, the moment where the King kills a bird, kills a song, kills part of himself. I knew it was coming, but it was still a shock. My neighbour had no idea, and hearing her sharp intake of breath, momentary disbelief, then horror, was everything you could wish for. This is not a gratuitous gesture. It is a key moment for the audience, the players and the central figure, a moment where art and artistry completely loses it. A glimpse into the abyss.

Simon Lobelson is a magnificent King George in this fine performance by the Verbrugghen Ensemble. He makes the role his own (as, indeed, everyone who attempts this crazy work must) with an endlessly inventive repertoire of noises. What I found most impressive, and most affecting, was the way his performance seemed so organic, so frighteningly natural, whether he was matching his voice with birdsong or bowdlerizing Handel or howling. And how the ensemble was gradually lured into being an extension of the king’s byzantine mind, brilliant and brutal and beautiful at the same time. It was deeply moving.”

“Simon Lobelson made a fine baritone narrator”

“Simon Lobelson, as Mayakovsky, is wild, implacable and impressive”

“Lobelson is powerful, charismatic and dramatic in shiny black and has an incredible bass voice.”

“a Christus graced with presence and singing with firm tone”

“an intensely dramatic, totally assured portrayal of the evil Scarpia”

“Another strength is Simon Lobelson’s muscular performance as the eponymous poet.  Lobelson’s portrayal oscillates between nonchalant swagger and explosive intensity; he inhabits every inch of the stage with charismatic gravity; and his occasionally thunderous baritone does justice to a poet whose finest work is titled At the Top of my Voice.  Even if it remains impossible to consciously apprehend the music’s inclusion of a stretched spectral analysis of Mayakovsky’s actual speech, the climactic scene, in which Lobelson belts out in synchrony with a pre-recorded and machinelike vocalisation, redoubles the score’s thematic counterpoint and provides bombastic verse the amplification it deserves.”

“…there are strong performances from a nicely nuanced Simon Lobelson…”

“Lobelson was conciliatory and lyrical”

“And in the privotal role of Amfortas, darkly bearded Simon Lobelson showed why he is in such demand with his power and presence”

“Simon Lobelson and Christina Wilson, both excellent singers, were given little chance to shine…”

“Simon Lobelson gave Ford welcome fire.”

“Simon Lobelson brought searing intensity to Michele”

“I cannot remember any previous contestant basing his entire programme on Alberich, and I expected this to be a placky effort from a singer who had bitten off more than he could chew. I could not have been more wrong. He sounded absolutely in command of this difficult music, never distorted or forced his voice, and was completely inside the character from first to last. To my mind he was the contestant who made the most use of the words. A tremendous actor, he had the audience by the throat, especially as he took us through Alberich’s terrible ordeal in Das Rheingold. There was a huge buzz on the audience after his programme.”

“Sydney-born Baritone Simon Lobelson was also welcomed to what became a quite worthy Opera House debut. His reliable baritone was particularly beautiful…”

“Simon Lobelson and Adrian Clarke were luxury casting in the minor male roles”

“The singers could sing, particularly Simon Lobelson in the title role”

“However, the performance became much more focused after the first interval, which was mostly due to the amazing chemistry between Simon Lobelson as Rigoletto and Amanda Forbes as Gilda. Their scene together after Gilda’s rape was truly heartbreaking. I would gladly see the production again just to watch this scene one more time. Both Lobelson and Forbes are truly exceptional in their respective parts.”

“The audience must laugh at him, understand him and despise him all at once, but, as well as singing like a baritone angel, Simon Lobelson brings it off.”