Rich, full Naxos sound with high dynamic contrasts adds satisfying weight to David Lloyd-Jones’s taut and dramatic account of Elgar’s elaborate Shakespearean portrait. Speeds are often on the fast side, but idiomatically so, with a natural feeling for Elgarian rubato and spring rhythms. Both in Falstaff and in The Sanguine Fan, Lloyd-Jones draws fragmented structures warmly and persuasively together so that the late ballet-score emerges strongly, not just a trivial, occasional piece. The beautiful Elegy is most tenderly done, modest in length but no miniature. An outstanding bargain, competing with all premium-price rivals.