It’s October 1895 and the spirit of Music has been absent from Britain for exactly 200 years. Why she fled, and why she should return now — specifically, to the Leeds Festival — is not clear. Undaunted, Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, the poet Robert Bridges and the massed choral and orchestral forces of the West Riding send up a prayer to the exiled ‘Myriad voicèd Queen’: ‘Thy many-hearted grace restore/ Unto our isle, our own to be’. You read that correctly: the composer whom Edward Elgar would call ‘the head of our art in this country’ begins his Invocation to Music by swallowing whole the Germanic libel that 19th-century Britain was ‘Das Land ohne Musik’.
Well, of course he does. By 1895 it was practically a reflex. Since the death of Purcell (which Parry’s Invocation commemorates), generations of British composers had internalised a cultural cringe towards Europe that lingers, in certain quarters, to the present day.
Richard Bratby
Return of the Muse
Only by ignoring European taste, and daring to be vulgar, did British music come into its own
issue 11 August 2018
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