The original E.M.I. His Masters Voice pressing (ASD 655) doesn’t fetch the huge amounts some ERC reissues manage (around $100-$125), but that’s in part due to the record’s great popularity. Until then, Elgar’s contemplative piece written in the aftermath of World War I (and sounding every bit as tragic) languished.
It’s an intensely melancholic album that does not shift mood for even one song. If you enjoy getting down in the deep weeds of sadness and regret you’ll have a party. I did. While two songs are traditional, the subject matter of the others is contemporary, though the music is deeply embedded “rootsy” Americana played mostly on acoustic instruments.