I’m telling you right now that Gioachino Rossini would not like this one bit. The old Italian has been dead for almost 200 years, but I doubt that will stop him from rising from the grave and messily reenacting the bit where William Tell shoots the apple off his son’s head. Not that these guys didn’t do a good job; on the contrary, they performed with more gusto than Iron Maiden and Rossini combined. I’m simply observing that people who have been dead for 200 years tend to be a bit cranky.