Others can judge. Although, at the risk of going immediately off-topic, I knew Ludovico Einaudi years ago before he became famous for being repetitive. He was then a pupil of Berio's, and writing very elegant, harmonically sophisticated Berioesque stuff. He was a sweetheart. 

Further to the above, here is Younghusband's description of the music he heard at the Jo-Khang Temple or Cathedral at Lhasa:

"Here it was that I found the true inner spirit of the people. The Mongols from their distant deserts, the Tibetans from their mountain homes, seemed here to draw on some hidden source of power. And when from the far recesses of the temple came the profound booming of great drums, the chanting of monks in deep reverential rhythm, the blare of trumpets, the clash of cymbals, and the long rolling of lighter drums, I seemed to catch a glimpse of the source from which they drew. Music is a proverbially fitter means than speech for expressing the eternal realities; and in the deep rhythmic droning of the chants, the muffled rumbling of the drums, the loud clang and blaring of cymbals and trumpets, I realized this sombre people touching their inherent spirit, and, in the way most fitted to them, giving vent to its mighty surgings panting for expression."

What things are these? I've only heard Divinere, and at best it mildly lulled me from time to time.

I never realised Bryan Adams was a bugler...

Perhaps they meant "burglar"?