Charles Spencer

Antidote to Berio

I was going to devote this column to the wilder shores of music, by which I mean not the latest hip sounds zooming up the charts but the dire drivel modernist composers, writing for orchestras and chamber ensembles, have seen fit to inflict on their audiences for many decades now.

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