Here in the States I have heard it said that certain composers simply cannot be performed more than a few hours outside New York. Although clearly a gross simplification, it is not without a kernel of truth.
I grew up about an hour outside New York in a church where we received a steady and wholesome diet of Messiaen, Alain, Langlais, Tournemire, and similarly aventurous fare. I distinctly recall Duruflé's Suite being very well received, and even Hakim's The Embrace of Fire made a welcome appearance one Sunday.
On the other hand, here in the South I have heard some extraordinarily snippy things said of mainstream works by Franck, Vierne, and others. Some people I knew left in the middle of a recital by a visiting concert organist several months ago. When next I saw them, they explained they were put off by Dupré's Prelude and Fugue in g minor and could not understand why anybody would want to listen to it. Similarly, one church member said (to my face!) that he thought the Carillon de Westminster sounded like circus music. Sigh...
I don't wish to give the impression that this part of the country lacks taste or culture. Good music abounds! And last year I received such appreciative compliments on the Langlais Chant de Paix as to make up for the (considerable) cost of Neuf Pièces. Still, one must tread very carefully.