Well now, the pure fucking awesomeness of Keiji Haino is nearly ungrokkable. Noisy, sleazy Japanese psychedelic rock. Amidst what seems to be some of the most atonal guitar screeches and wails, there truly is musical genius behind this man's noodlings. He definitely takes a page right out of the Les Rallizes Dénudés , but does it with tact. It must be realized also, that one can't just hit random notes and hope for the best. There truly is an overall structure and genius to this man's music. Odd, but so true to the music.
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