The Light Music series 
                from Guild, rather like Old Man River, 
                just keeps rolling along. I’ve no idea 
                how many volumes are yet to be squeezed, 
                extracted, filleted, compiled or otherwise 
                assembled from the mass of material 
                available but the results are always 
                imaginatively selected and presented. 
                Ancillary information on composers and 
                arrangers is thoughtfully given, though 
                Guild is careful not to reprise details 
                of every composer, arranger or bandleader 
                – since so many reappear throughout 
                the volumes that would be simply exhausting. 
              
 
              
The theme of this disc 
                is Love – or Amor, Amor which, 
                being foreign, sounds better. The composers 
                range from Gershwin, Porter, Kern, Arlen 
                and Young to names that are barely remembered 
                today – de Rose, Sosenko, Croudson and 
                others. Most of the bands have been 
                staples of this series – Farnon, Rose, 
                Goodwin, Philip Green and Melachrino 
                are just some of the elite aggregations 
                on display. 
              
 
              
This then is a self-definingly 
                Romantic selection recorded during the 
                years 1940 to 1956, though a little 
                caution seems to be exercised over the 
                earlier date. A few thoughts then. Farnon 
                encourages some exquisitely beautiful 
                wind solos in Cocktails For Two whilst 
                Ron Goodwin reprises the idea with fine 
                cor anglais work in his arrangement 
                of Easy to Love. The supremo 
                of the genre, David Rose, contributes 
                a lusciously slow version of Sweet 
                Sue, succulently beautiful, whilst 
                bolder feelings emerge via the fat toned 
                solo trumpet in Philip Green’s orchestra, 
                who together essay These Foolish 
                Things. This is taken at a loping 
                tempo and sports a mellifluous clarinet, 
                and fine flute work – and also, an occasional 
                hazard of the genre, the accordion. 
              
 
              
Naturally there are 
                still solo spots for pocket piano virtuosi. 
                Stanley Black offers some pianistic 
                fills and asides on The Song is You 
                whilst simultaneously dusting his cuffs 
                for some of the more strenuously Rachmaninovian 
                moments. Along with the accordion and 
                the harmonica one of the occasionally 
                grating sounds of the time was modish 
                percussion. An example of this regrettably 
                not-yet-extinct genus comes in Werner 
                Müller’s I'll String Along With 
                You. This track sounds rather strange 
                to my ears; is the now-coming, now-going 
                string sound reflective of the original? 
                It sounds muddy to me. 
              
 
              
The title track is 
                played by Frank Cordell and his orchestra. 
                Its tango-ish, Bolero-esque drama is 
                well calibrated and contrasts strongly 
                with I Love The Moon, the gentle 
                seriousness of which is delicately touched 
                in by that superb veteran Charles Williams, 
                an old East End fiddle player. Let’s 
                forgive the vague boogie cow-pokery 
                of Land of Dreams as suggested 
                by Hugo Winterhalter with pianist Eddie 
                Haywood. 
              
 
              
Another notch then 
                on Guild’s Light Music bedpost 
                - insinuating romance from a less than 
                burnished time. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf