Volte-face begins with an introduction of the organ, in which an almost constantly present note c intersects a well-defined play of chords. From there begins a song-like structure in which the singing voice works its way up from the bottom to finally rise above the viscous stream of arpeggios made by the organ. A cluster swells into a wall of sound, after which the laying note, which has not moved from its place since the beginning, disappears. The voice plods along steadily over a low mud of organ sounds, evoking melancholic memories of the chord play with which the work began.
On the verge of collapse
No time to catch your breath
The rat race continues
Towards ever greater divide
Endless growth is malignant
When your problems have taken root
From now on its reform or replace
Don’t let your spoils go to waste
If you never change the running system
Over the edge you go
Will you look the other way
Or see the crunch below?
Don’t jump to fall, but dive
Headfirst with your plastic mind
Why wait for the waves to break
When you can turn the tide?