"The entire sound had that quality of levitation about it, as if we’d died and joined Stravinsky in his heaven. The Berliners’ deep stringy mahogany sound was deliciously offset by the art deco suavity of the penultimate set-piece – the Grecian equivalent of some piss-elegant society tea-dance. The final pizzicato evaporated into a chord that was no more than a whisper in the air. Hearing was believing."
- from the ever quotable Edward Seckerson of the Independent. I sometimes wonder if the musical establishment in London ever ventures to make an attempt to understand how responsible they are for the rather ...erm....picayune reputation our music currently holds.
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