“My dream is that this festival be like Holy Week or the Feria,” Luis Ybarra confessed on assuming the helm of Spain’s illustrious Bienal de Flamenco, in gorgeously historical Seville, where café flamenco first emerged. If the roster of artists that Ybarra has assembled is any measure, his dream may not be far off. Farruquito, Sara Baras, Olga Pericet, Manuel Liñán, Israel Galván: you might expect one or two of these outstanding dancers to headline a festival, but all of them, day after day? For flamenco puro—traditional, which means histrionic—try Farruquito, who began his career at his father’s side and remains, in middle age, coltish, outlandish, and ballsy. For experimentation, Galván is as angular (a Cubist painting incarnate) as Pericet is sinuous, while crossdresser Manuel Liñán subverts flamenco machismo with sincerity and flair. Most of the 10 dance offerings (there are also many guitar and song sessions) are world premieres. —Apollinaire Scherr