Richard Morrison

ith some disbelief, I realise that it’s half a century since I attended my first early-music concert – at the 1972 BBC Proms. It was a thrilling night, because the sounds conjured up by that virtuosic pioneer David Munrow and his Early Music Consort of London were so new, so challenging, so revolutionary. So was the music, even though it had been composed four or five centuries earlier. Who then had heard of Hermann Finck,