The strong point in this new production is the person who played “Another Monk”, singing his or her five vocal lines in Act I with a timbre that would remind all in the audience of the smooth gravy in a 12-oz. can of Beef-A-Roni with Garlic. 

None of that “your brakes need re-lining” squeal that marred his or her early childhood appearances at “Happy Daytime Academy”, and certainly no hint of the submarine-diesel-engine darkness we have feared since the singer passed puberty. 

Gassy eructations aside, this performance stands pelvis-to-pelvis with the wailings of Mary in the sepulcher, and the arresting sound of your iPhone playing “By the Seaside” at 4:30 A.M. 

“Another Monk” exhibited a range of pitch we have not heard since we tried out our high school’s white noise machine, and a control of volume matching that on the dashboard of my 1968 Mustang Coupe. 

We breathlessly await their reappearance as the title character in What Was Blitzspiele Really Thinking?, later this year at Glastonbury.