Keiji Haino - So, Black Is Myself (1997)

Keiji Haino is a musician and thinker who requires no introduction. Truly the musical embodiment of the Kyoto School of Nihilism, his work entrances the listener beyond the veil, into pregnant nothingness. What you get with this album is a level of simplicity on par with Soliloquy For Lilith by Nurse With Wound: purely a tone generator, Haino's voice (which does not make an appearance until at least a half an hour in I believe), and the rare interjection of a stringed instrument that sounds somewhat like a sitar but most likely is not.

A profound psychological experience all the way through, modern monophony in its stolid singularity provides a prism for self-effacement.

So, Black Is Myself