Oh, and of course SWEENEY TODD and FOLLIES. And for the same reasons--
FOLLLIES starts with a thin tenor solo over a lone, tinkling piano, then suddenly flowers into an enormous parade-like orchestration over warm, gorgeous harmonies.
SWEENEY starts with a rumble--a reedy, monotonous little clarinet vamp. The first two male soloists grumble out their lyrics, as if at gunpoint. Then--a sudden flare-up into the "Dies Irae" chorus, with harmony ringing out like the "Anvil Chorus."
I guess there must be something about vocal/orchestral explosions that gets to me...
I ask in all honesty/What would life be?/Without a song and a dance, what are we?/So I say "Thank you for the music/For giving it to me."