Kind of hard to grasp exactly what I love so much about this album, but as I listen now, I think I can narrow it down to the vocals, and the synths used all throughout this album. I’m usually not a huge fan of Thom Yorke’s vocals. I mean, I like Radiohead, and he’s got a great voice, but at the same time, sometimes I also can’t listen to them because of his voice. On this ‘solo album’ of his it’s quite the opposite. Mr Yorke seems to concentrate more this time on letting his voice be another element of the music, another sound, instead of trying to be above the music, by reaching those high notes and belting out the choruses. This time he seems more relaxed, cause this is all him, and the music shows. The synth sounds used in this album have their entire own identity. Usually synths and keyboards are a background element used to add a little ‘flair’ if you will, or if its electronic music, its the main element. Here it strikes a good balance with the vocals, and the balance is quite soothing. This album has a sound to me that would be a modern day soundtrack to an old silent horror film, like Nosferatu or something of that ilk. The synths in ‘Harrowdown Hill’ are like an old dusty moviehouse organ with one of Yorke’s cathiest vocal melodies to date and a slight groove to the bass line. ‘And it Rained All Night’ sounds like an Edward Gorey come alive on an electric rainy night. (Yes, the song title makes perfect sense.) ‘Black Swan’ is quite the pop song, and ‘Analyse’ sounds like Carol Anne coming towards the light. A dark, groovy, electric, spooky Halloween of an album. I highly recommend it.

“If The Eraser is indeed a travelogue of Yorke’s psyche, the first half proves it’s a concrete jungle in there. It’s one of the least psychedelic albums ever made—timbres tend to fall within a narrow spectral range between ash and steel. And yet these cold, gray slabs of sound create a humid, all-encompassing atmosphere that begins as alienating but ultimately becomes familiar. It certainly sounds monochromatic on first try, but close listens reveal intriguing details crawling about; tongue clicks, wood blocks, twitchy shakers, and undulating serpents of bass among them. After the wall-of-Yorke echoes on the opening title track, “Analyse” follows breathlessly on its heels with a seductive, near-tropical sway. “Black Swan” is the easiest entry point for toe-dippers. A swampy, hypnotic take on Radiohead’s riff-based material, Yorke offers subtly ingratiating “ice age coming” frustration and typically sly humor .” – Stylus Magazine