Literally everything is becoming a musical these days.

From the greatest hits of Take That assembled into one menopause-magnet stage show, to that Queen-based thing that’s been going on for about sixteen universe life-cycles now, it’s never been a better time to put a fresh slant on an old formula.

Still – no-one’s going to go near the Opera, are they? Surely no-one would be mad enough to combine that particular artform with, for example, a revamped version of a cult horror film about a giant talking insect?

Oh.

Yep – if you’re hanging around Los Angeles’ Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in September, keep a beady eye out for The Fly. That’s right – The Fly. As in the David Cronenberg remake of the 50s schlock horror reimagined as grisly AIDS metaphor.

With… y’know… tunes.

Unbelievably, Cronenberg himself has given his stamp of approval. And even more unbelievably, opera titan Placido Domingo is acting as conductor, revealing:

“I was a little skeptical about the subject. ‘The Fly?’ I said ‘well, how is it going to be reading for an opera?’ but it just takes somebody that has the experience of composer Howard Shore to write the music, and he has done a score that goes fabulously well with the story.”

Altogether now: “Theeeeeeeeerrreee’s a cock in my cupbooooaaarrrdddd…”