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A classic of film scores, Albinoni’s Adagio isn’t a lost baroque masterpiece; it’s a spoof composed by his biographer in the 1950s. Harmless fun, asks Phil Hebblethwaite, or a savage exposé of classical music’s obsession with authenticity and dead men?