BIRCHALL, STEVE - Reality Gates

...deep-fried one-man-against-the-cosmos synth-automaton gunk from the distant us midwest (specifically; bloomington, indiana) of the early 70s, initially released on/by the custom fidelity recordslabel/plant... starts out with the absolutely piercing high tones/clarion call of music of the spheres after which we become the (un)willing passengers on dr. steven t. birchalls mind-trip excelsior, passing through several key lobes of the beyond before zeroing in on the cranial lump responsible for, amongst other things, time itself...\r\n...but dont take my word for it; no less an authority on the xian psych/synth-dude crossroads than graveyard / wolf eye john olson (in response to the oeuvre(s) of mr.s birchall & nik pascal raicevic - more about him in due time) hath decreed:\r\n...unbelievable jaw destroying dude with problems & synths lp that are in their own frozen universe. something about deranged synth damage through the jokey-gimmicky electronics make for a slightly melodic less academic and avant folk real people iron forest jam every more unsettling. done right and done strange and individual these social misfits with cracked circus gear really drive the mad home to trance mediations & rhythmic hammers of swamp glue to truly cracked musics. upon millions of listening,, there is an approach & depth to this that stands more honest & direct than more serious electronic musics. this could be the ramleh & k. mizutanis of the mid 70s? true psychosis. few and far between but the payoff is a lifetime of mutant brain waves.\r\ncertainly a neglected outsider-electronics classic, once again made audible/tangible, our lives made just that much more worth living by mr. p.c. c.p. - Creel Pone.