By Edward Seckerson [The Independent, 6 October 2005]

There are some voices, some artists - and Sarah Connolly is one - that bring a little bit of the theatre with them when they perform. In Connolly's case, the voice has its own atmosphere. It comes to us from somewhere deep within; there's a concentration, a stillness. She does the heartache well - lost love, love unrequited - and can convey numbness in a sound utterly drained of colour. And there was plenty of opportunity for all that and more in her recital at St John's, Smith Square.