In this thoroughly engaging disc Huw Tregelles Williams 
          revisits some popular classics and manages to add a couple of surprises. 
          Elgar’s Imperial March broadens from its circumspect opening into idiomatic 
          amplitude – the arrangement by Sir George Martin, the then organist 
          of St Paul’s Cathedral, preserves Elgar’s nobility and jaunty confidence 
          of utterance. Mendelssohn’s final sonata for organ, the sixth, is a 
          set of variations and fugue on a chorale, composed toward the end of 
          his life. Reflective and inward its Bachian inspiration is entirely 
          characteristic of Mendelssohn, whose fugal and contrapuntal writing 
          is endlessly fascinating. Williams vests the music with a suitable gravity, 
          managing the transition at 5.46 with skill, and allowing the subsequent 
          grand statement to emerge with splendid vigour. The fugal passage, beginning 
          at 8.53, is delineated with care and clarity and the final movement 
          in D major – quiet and once more reflective - is paced with real understanding. 
        
 
        
W T Best’s arrangement of the obscure Morandi’s piece 
          is a frisky, frivolous and stomping rondo. With its trumpet figuration, 
          swell box and fanfares it is five minutes of high jinks, never overdone 
          by Williams, until the two final Herculean chords bring the piece to 
          a shattering conclusion. Parry’s Fantasia and Fugue in G had a convoluted 
          history. Sain’s notes are somewhat vague on the matter but according 
          to Jeremy Dibble’s biography of the composer the work had its origins 
          in 1877 and 1878 but was shelved and only exhumed by Parry in 1912. 
          He then replaced the original fugue with a newly composed one. A technically 
          and expressively difficult piece to bring off – despite its relative 
          brevity – it is a welcome addition to this disc and adds ballast to 
          the programme. Parry is followed by his younger British colleague, the 
          blind organ virtuoso, Alfred Hollins. His Trumpet Minuet doffs its hat, 
          musically, to Jeremiah Clarke and features the attractive Tromba stop. 
          There is a sturdy, Beechamesque swagger about it that is immediately 
          attractive. 
        
 
        
The Fantasia on Twrgwyn is a fine and rhetorical piece 
          based on the hymn tune by the nineteenth century John Edwards of Llangadog. 
          It opens in grandly dramatic fashion, uncompromising, granite-faced, 
          allowing some treble runs before restating its higher purpose. The piece 
          was written featuring prescribed registrations - the Vox Humana and 
          the Tremulant make their rather extraordinary presence abundantly clear 
          – and these act as contrastive musical features in this passionate, 
          almost theatrical work, redolent of the Welsh revivalist preachers, 
          a point well made in the sleeve notes. Whitlock’s Folk Tune appears 
          as balm after the thunderous assaults of T.J. Morgan; this is twilit 
          music. His Scherzo, by contrast, sounds like a transcription of an orchestral 
          piece – a bouncy staccato with imitative orchestral passages. 
        
 
        
And so to Edwin Lemare, without whom a disc of this 
          kind could not be complete. The Andantino in D Flat makes its potted-palm-and-hat-box 
          appearance to good effect; a million seller in its day Williams notes 
          that in the second appearance of Lemare’s immortal melody the organist 
          has to play on two manuals simultaneously with one hand, using the thumb 
          only on the second manual. Finally the Suppé, which reflects 
          an era of orchestral transcriptions - on this occasion one by Edwin 
          Evans, who was an organist as well as being better known as a critic 
          and writer. 
        
 
        
Williams has written the sleeve notes; the sound is 
          good but no track timings are given and no individual movements are 
          separately tracked. 
        
          Jonathan Woolf