Nicknamed “Il Buranello” after his birthplace in the Venetian lagoon, Baldassare Galuppi (1706-85) is remembered today for inspiring a sonnet by Browning rather than for his music. Avie here marks his 300th anniversary - largely forgotten amid the Mozart and Shostakovich junketings - with a clutch of opera seria arias from the 1730s and '40s, before he teamed up with the playwright Carlo Goldoni to become the most successful opera buffa composer of the day.

Metastasio, doyen of opera seria librettists, once complained that Galuppi's music failed to express fully the emotions of the poetry. He may have thought again if he had heard the gravely eloquent E minor aria from Antigono, where soft trumpets add their mournful gloss to the strings. If Galuppi's fiery bravura arias, à la Vivaldi, are less distinctive, his pathetic or soulful arie d'affetto reveal his feeling for graceful, shapely melody and delicate orchestral textures: say, in a touching aria from Scipione in Cartagine (again, subtly coloured by trumpets), or a number (“Voi che languite”) from an unknown opera that, according to Jean-Jacques Rousseau, converted an Armenian admirer of French opera once and for all to the Italian cause.

Though caught in an uncomfortably swimmy church acoustic, Catherine King sings these attractive arias with firm, clear tone (her predominantly “straight” sound selectively warmed with vibrato), elegant phrasing and agile, precise coloratura. She is splendidly vehement in the virtuoso castrato aria “Benché giusto a vendicarmi” from Antigono, tenderly musing in “Voi che languite”, and smoothly negotiates the wide leaps between registers in the Scipione aria.

Il Canto di Orfeo accompany with verve and imagination (I specially liked the colourfully varied continuo), and on their own give vivid performances of two of Galuppi's Concerti a Quattro for solo strings: the sober, Corellian G minor, and the more gallant concerto in B flat, whose racy finale the players deck out with all sorts of jokey effects, right up to their zany, Stravinskified ending. Outrageous, but fun.