Just watched it. It was supposed to be a celebration of Percy Granger. Loved everything about it apart from the Percy Granger.

Full marks to the guy for collecting the material. No marks for turning it into twee tea-party diddly-diddly stuff. None of of the raw, visceral emotion of the original, none of the power of pure classical music.

I had to turn the sound off during the strangulated vocals destroying Shallow Brown. Thank God for June Tabor restoring its honour.