“Music, from being an ordered succession of sounds, has become a matter of "sonorities", and anyone who can produce a brightly coloured brick of unusual shape is henceforth hailed as an architect.”

—  Constant Lambert

"Toute réaction est vraie", p. 91.
Music, Ho! (1934)

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British composer and conductor 1905–1951

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