I'll probably get railed for this, but the pivotal point on this EP is the cover of the traditional "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas". What this entire Choirgirl-era orbited around was the miscarriage of Tori's child; all other problems she was having then were secondary, but amplified threefold because of this central issue. It's in the music; Cold, mechanical, sterile, yet wrought with outbursts of pain. It's in the imagery: a black null void, frozen in stasis. Numb. Very Decemberesque, which is what I think of when I listen to this particular era of Tori Amos. Winter. Dark, gray, sunless winter. Of course, this brings us to Christmas, which is focal on this particular single.
Purple People (Christmas In Space) is somber and reflective, whereas there is really something striking about the movement of the ambient sounds in the background to Have Yourself.., most notably in the last ten or so seconds. The steady mechanical hum and slow bubbling give me mental images of being underwater, having stray beams of light cross you and the stray bubble pass by you. This may come off as a little morose, but it sounds like being drowned. Stasis, again. Womb-like, maybe? I can't stop raving about this, particularly because I don't think there's another that could take a song like that and turn it into what she turned it into.
Trapsing in afterwards, Bachelorette feels like an afterthought, but keeps with the darker sound as to not seem too out of place. Not a bad song, but placement wasn't well thought out. It sounds like an unwanted happy ending.
All and all, top-notch offering. Shame about the newer material..