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The stoner jam by Finnish band Mr. Peter Hayden, lasting an hour and ten minutes, manages to smash your brain while miraculously leaving your balls intact.
I've read that some people brought up jazz and others, just to make life a bit more complicated, invented the term "sub-stoner".
To me, it seemed like a deep chasm in the middle of nowhere, a lot of space at the bottom of a hole. Perhaps not very professional, but at least I'm not inventing new tags like "stoner-space/cake" (even though I realize it wouldn't be bad), nor am I begging for pseudo-intellectual attention towards an album that "if you want to listen, fine, if you don't want to listen, up to you".
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