The Annie Award for Music in a Feature Production (or Annie Award for Music in an Animated Feature Production) is an award given annually, except 2002, to the best music in an animated feature film, theatrical or direct-to-video. It began in 1997 as the Annie Award for Best Individual Achievement: Music in a Feature/Home Video Production. Throughout the following years, the title was renamed Outstanding Individual Achievement for Music in an Animated Feature Production, Outstanding Individual Achievement for Music Score in an Animated Feature Production, and Outstanding Music in an Animated Feature Production before changing to its current title in 2005. It was retitled Best Music in an Animated Feature Production in 2006 for three years before being reverted back to Music in an Animated Feature Production in 2009.
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