I have to tip my hat in respect to Room 40 Records.  The catalog is normally known for it’s shimmeringly gorgeous soundscapes and ambient music.  This is, at least to my recollection, the first time I heard them delve into the weird, murky world of Keiji Haino.  Slow, screamy, and not the sort of record you want to consume psychedelics to unless you like bad trips.  Even so, it’s a stripped-down psych masterpiece.