Steve Birchall

Creel Pone treatment of this set of 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 Records” label / 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. Birchall’s 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. Certainly 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.