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Looks great, sings wooden—that was pretty much the consensus when Siberian baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky burst onto the classical music scene in the late ’80s. Sure, Hvorostovsky’s luxurious voice and matinee-idol puss drew their share of raves, but critics also complained about awkward repertory choices, stiff delivery, and interpretations marked by the sort of forced emotionalism (most attributed it to callow youth) that turns pathos to bathos. It’s been half a decade, though, and maybe Hvorostovsky knows a little more about the ways of the world. Let’s hope: This Friday, he’s giving the East Coast premiere of Georgi Sviridov’s song cycle Russia Cast Adrift, which sounds like it’ll be at least as Romantically maudlin as the snippets of Rachmaninoff it’s paired with. Weltschmerz, anyone? At 8:30 p.m. at the Kennedy Center’s Concert Hall. $21.50-40. (202) 467-4600. (Trey Graham)