There’s an air of serenity to this record that the other albums in The Caretaker’s discography don’t have. It’s haunting, mournful, horrifying at times, as always, but beneath the sorrow there’s a sort of acceptance.

The last track cements this tone perfectly— it drifts and lilts as if consoling a soul as its beckoned out of its dying body, as it climbs the stairway to the stars.

This is the end you wanted for The Caretaker when you first heard EATEOT. When I die, I hope it feels l