Reginald King had a solidly classical training. His Piano Concerto
was first conducted by no less a figure than Sir Alexander MacKenzie, and
a broadcast recording of his 1945 Fantasy for piano and orchestra
played by Philip Fowke is available on the internet. He made his reputation
almost entirely in the field of light music, conducting his own orchestra
and working for the BBC until his retirement in 1964. Some of his own recordings
have been made available in the Golden Age of Light Music series,
and his piano music has been recorded by both Eric Parkin and Alan Cuckston.
Both these latter recordings are no longer available, so Mark Bebbington’s
new collection has the field entirely to itself.
It is perhaps significant that there have been no modern recordings of King’s
orchestral music, neither by Ronald Corp in his series for Hyperion nor
in any of the Marco Polo/Naxos collections nor in the ASV series featuring
the Royal Ballet Sinfonia. Indeed King’s music may fairly claim to have
been neglected in more recent times; and one suspects that the lack of sheerly
catchy melodies may have told against him, especially when producers came
to selecting signature tunes for television programmes. There is something
slightly withdrawn about his music, a hint of impressionist influence which
undermines the purely popular nature of the ‘light music’ repertoire. This
makes it all the more desirable that an artist like Mark Bebbington has
taken it upon himself to investigate the music.
I have listed the music above which lacks opus numbers - the assignment
of such references itself an earnest of King’s serious intentions - in the
order of composition insofar as I have been able to ascertain this; one
or two of the dates are speculative. The disc opens with the track Song
of Paradise, Reginald King’s ‘signature tune’ and the piece that gives
its title to this recital. It is the earliest work on this disc, which covers
the whole of King’s career right up to the Meditation written a
year before his death. The booklet gives us a personal appreciation of the
composer by Allan W Hughes as well as an extensive biographical sketch by
Robert Matthew-Walker, but says very little about the music in its own right.
That said, the latter draws our attention to the contrasting developmental
passages in several of these pieces “placing them on a higher level of interest
than the ‘novelty’ numbers of many of King’s contemporaries”.
That indeed proves to be the case. It is not until we get to the Toccatina
which forms the first of the Three miniatures (track 3) that we
encounter something that is indisputably light music in the purely popular
sense. Money spider is definitely in the form of a ragtime which
recalls the music of Scott Joplin (little-known at the time of composition)
or Billy Mayerl – who, it is interesting to know, admired King’s music.
At other times, such as the opening of Spring meadows (track 13)
we are suddenly given a jolt as King begins in a sternly classical style
before remembering that he is supposed to be writing music for a popular
audience. Dreamy willows (track 20) has a real barnstorming finish,
and Passing clouds (track 21) opens with a passage that comes straight
from Debussy. It has to be said that I found my attention beginning to wander
as one delicately scented piece succeeded another, and there was nothing
in the music which immediately grabbed the attention. Now if only he could
have found a catchy tune such as one finds in the work of other ‘light music’
composers such as Binge, Haydn Wood or a number of others one could name.
Maybe King’s classical credentials loomed just too large in his sights to
allow him to unbutton fully.
This is not perhaps a disc to be listened to at one sitting. Nevertheless
there is much here to delight and to charm, and one hopes that Bebbington’s
disc will not be allowed to slip into oblivion like its predecessors. The
playing, it need hardly be observed, is excellent throughout and Bebbington
clearly loves the music. He is given an ideal recording, not too closely
observed but not too distant either.
Paul Corfield Godfrey
Much here to delight and to charm.
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