Whether paying glowing tribute to Nina Simone or fusing the program’s disparate musical selections into a gratifying whole, Bullock delivers. … Bullock sings with a moving, mounting urgency set deep in the timbre of her lustrous voice and dramatic phrasing. Pay attention to the world as we find it, to its sorrows and joys, Lineage reminds us, especially after this long year of a world put in peril. Like musicians attending to each other across the centuries, we’re all connected.

Her vibrant, dark-hued lyric soprano is gratifying to hear in and of itself, but it is also a deeply human sound, its vibrato seemingly quickened by the heart itself.

It is rare to find a classical singer who can truly project an aura onstage… [Julia Bullock] is a musician who delights in making her own rules—and when, in time, she learns how to break them, her artistry will be complete.

Note for note, the singing was sensational. Bullock’s voice is deeply rich and richly deep, with both the qualities of Anderson’s expressive contralto and Price’s electrifying climaxes. Meaning was, word for word, expressed through not only her exacting vocal inflection and her precise facial expression, but even the slightest movement of her hands. Her eyes made contact. Communication was on every level direct.  Beyond this was a sense of artistic identity, Bullock’s awareness, as a singer and woman of color, of the music world she comes from and the one she lives in.

The soprano Julia Bullock […] touched everything she sang with radiant, even holy, sobriety.

Bullock’s voice and vision are forces to be reckoned with.

The soprano Julia Bullock made me tear up at her recital on Sunday afternoon. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized that when I last heard her a couple of years ago, I said exactly the same thing.

Bullock is the real deal. A charismatic stage presence, she has a magnificent instrument that projects evenly and betrays no problem spots: the low register is dark and honeyed, the middle one warm and rounded; the top gleams. Her intonation is spot-on, her diction crystalline. And her interpretive arsenal includes a powerful range of shadings, from dusky to clarion, all totally controlled and thoughtfully employed.

Ms. Bullock brought together spoken texts, instrumental selections and songs, delivered by her and others. Her dusky voice, which rises with strength and focus, like a cloud condensing into a thunderbolt, breathed both humanity and epic grace into the music.

Bullock [is one] of the strongest American actor-singers to emerge in recent years.

She rendered the gorgeous yet not oversweet melodies beautifully, but there was much more than mere vocal allure: superb diction and a compelling stage manner that would have communicated much of the meaning even if the words had not registered so clearly.

Bullock’s voice is certainly one of the most beautiful lyric instruments of her generation: hers is a warm sound, heavy but not inhibited by vibrato with a supple middle and jazzy undertones in her lower register.

The most telling moment in Julia Bullock’s recital on Saturday evening at the Metropolitan Museum of Art came before she’d sung a note. You would expect a musician to bathe in at least a little bit of entrance applause at this, the opening event of one of her most prominent New York showcases to date. But with the lights still up in the auditorium, Ms. Bullock modestly entered with the nine string players. The music began without her swanning on solo — in fact, without any clapping at all. Ms. Bullock seemed to be emphasizing that, at the Met, she would truly be an artist, not a diva, in residence. It’s not that she’s a reticent singer, but she exudes humility. She serves the work she’s singing, even as she makes it better.

Bullock closed “Night and Dreams” bringing stunning focus to Schubert’s song of that name, “Nacht und Träume.” This is the kind of great Schubert singing that were I not to hear another song sung this year, it wouldn’t be a wasted year.

Julia Bullock sang with real tonal glamour.

The St. Louis native is a recitalist of rare talent and integrity. With nothing routine or expected about her, the soprano is very much her own law.

Some artists stay put, picking an aesthetic and staying there. Bullock seems bent on not being that sort, on learning, on growing. Her regimen is ferocious … And her mind is open, even to the work of composers whose music has yet to wholly attract her, doing her due diligence both as a professional singer and, more importantly, more atavistically, as a human musician.

She rendered the gorgeous yet not oversweet melodies beautifully, but there was much more than mere vocal allure: superb diction and a compelling stage manner that would have communicated much of the meaning even if the words had not registered so clearly.

The program highlighted the impressive gifts of the soprano Julia Bullock — a mesmerizing performer who combines an alluring voice with a natural theatricality. During recitals, singers often stand uneasily onstage, their movements appearing calculated. But Ms. Bullock imbued every song with myriad physical nuances that seemed natural and spontaneous; subtly unclenching a fist, arching her eyebrows, pointing a finger, or narrowing her gaze.