The orchestra tunes up, getting ready for Schubert, perhaps. But it’s not an unfinished symphony because it did not have a finish in mind (indeed, a version with the first section moved to last place would be very kosmiche, and hence more conventional). A thrummed guitar line rises and snakes amid faerie dustings; avant percussion and faux concretemusic emerge and merge; the keyboard whomps; and finally harps (?/!) begin to glide upward. Fin. But no: this (in)congruity of sections remains at loose ends.