Taking a look at the promotional material for the three previous 
                issues in this series I see a varying array of musical enchantments. 
                Volume One encompassed the Skaters’ Waltz and Vienna, 
                City of My Dreams, whilst Volume Two took in a Blue 
                Tango and Funiculi, funicula and Belle of the Ball. 
                Volume Three, not to be outdone, went the whole hog and gave us 
                Salut d’amour, Humoreske and other fiddle-fanciers’ 
                favourites beloved of the Palm Court. Now here’s volume four and 
                we plunge into new waters – German popular song of the 1930s, 
                some Weimar, the majority post-Weimar.
                  Being a linguist 
                    you will have the titles off pat but even strugglers will 
                    recognise the cod gypsy and Exotic East inclinations of a 
                    number of these tuneful ditties.  It’s doubtful though that 
                    the then contemporary BBC would have broadcast a recording 
                    of Im Harem Sitzen Heulend Die Eunuchen. 
                  The salon band 
                    comprises four strings – violins, cello and double bass, clarinet 
                    doubling saxophone, piano, accordion, flute doubling piccolo 
                    and percussion. The Exotic is provided by the musical saw, 
                    an instrument not yet quite consigned to the bowels of Variety 
                    Bandstand (I have actually, in the course of my penitential 
                    reviewing sessions here, reviewed a virtuoso musical saw disc). 
                  
                  The ensemble then 
                    is crisp and lithe and singer and parlando artiste Annette 
                    Postel, who has a background in revue and cabaret, proves 
                    the possessor of a voice that can, in extremis, go very high 
                    indeed. The fare includes Latin-Americana and forlorn love 
                    songs aided by the accordion’s blandishments. Winkler’s Frühling 
                    in Sorrent is a part parlando confessional, yearning and 
                    a touch arch. But his Hexentanz is a Hot Dance Band-influenced 
                    number – no vocal but a musical saw solo and plenty of pizzazz.  
                    There is the Waltz of course, intimations of the ländler and 
                    salon gypsy stuff such as Rumänisches Zigeunerfest by 
                    the same Winkler whose picture postcard portraits of various 
                    countries adds some spice. The Musical Saw solo by the way 
                    is on Heymann’s Es Führt Kein Andrer Weg Zur Seligkeit. 
                    
                  Perhaps as much 
                    interest is generated by the fortunes of the three composers. 
                    Heymann ended up in Hollywood of course where he scored for 
                    plenty of films. His 1950 return to Germany was unsuccessful 
                    and he died in 1961. Lesser known Winkler was a practised 
                    spa and salon conductor and worked for the entertainment arm 
                    of the German forces during the war. Nothing seems to have 
                    diverted him from producing light frolics. Kreuder was a prolific 
                    composer and performer. Though he wrote an opera, light music 
                    was his principal interest. He was in Sweden when War broke 
                    out but a return visit to Berlin saw resumption of his output. 
                    An enthusiastic follower of Eva Peron he followed in her wake 
                    to Argentina. Later still and back in Germany he wrote for 
                    Zarah Leander. The notes are keen to exonerate him from too 
                    much identification with the National Socialists. 
                  Your enthusiasm 
                    for this disc will depend on a liking for a certain amount 
                    of recreated kitsch. As Guild has shown in its own tidal wave 
                    of Light Music discs there still seems to be a nostalgic interest 
                    in this genre and the German branch certainly offered up pleasures 
                    of its own.
                  Jonathan 
                    Woolf
                  
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