Paris in the 1920s was an amazing convocation of brilliant minds making astonishing creations and discoveries in art, music, and literature. On the other hand, Polygram (and Universal and Vivendi) in the 1990s was an amazing convocation of ordinary minds making astonishingly stupid mistakes.
There are those who would say the beginning of the end for that once-worthy combine was when somebody made the astonishingly stupid decision that we Americans wouldn't be the least bit interested in DGG's Originals line. Karen Moody was transferred out of the classical division over that one, memory willing.
London Records used to have a chat page for the use of the general public. After several people had asked questions (most of them on the order of 'when are you going to reissue thus-and-such'

and none of them were answered by anybody from the label, a few frustrated messages began to be
and elsewhere) nothing to note this fact on their Webpage.
Some more irritated messages ensued, and it then exploded into a truly ugly, offensive, and (if this is one's style of humor) hilarious trashing of the label executives, cruelly and spitefully poking at their presumed shortcomings. Imperato was portrayed (in these, I hope, fictional posts) as a frustrated minor mafioso, Barbero as a mentally retarded person making decisions from his padded cell, R. Peter Munves as more flagrantly gay than 'Just Jack' on 'Will and Grace' ... and I don't want to repeat here what they said about Lisa Altman.
Somebody had archived the page in all its glory, but I can't seem to find it right now. Probably just as well! But I may still have some version of it on my hard drive at home, so anybody interested could just ask.