The Fourth Symphony is a recycling plant for dodecaphonic waste. Change-ringing series spit out unwanted semitones and these are left hanging in the air like so much pollution. A fragment of choral, a half-remembered line from a carol, a short descending phrase on the cor anglais: these are the building blocks of this one-movement work. Of its title, I will only say that you must make of it what you can.
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