I have the first two records in this post and covet the rest of them. They were released in the early Seventies through Orphic Egg, a sub label launched by London Records (I think only in America; certainly I've only ever seen copies floating around - dirt cheap - over here) in hopes of turning the younger generation onto classical music. This was attempted via the spectacularly misconceived strategy of packaging the records in trippy / proggy covers, and the possibly slightly less misconceived strategy of commissioning rock critics to write the liner notes. So you get exuberant appreciations of Stravinsky and Debussy and so forth penned by the illustrious likes of Lester Bangs and other name writers of the era like Dave Marsh and Ed Ward, who do their manful best to translate the appeal of the great composers into terms that would engage rock fans.
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