Absolutely love it. Memories of my Dad's old Panasonic stereo on a Sunday afternoon when mum was out. I don't think it's just nostalgia though, there's a foreboding tone that runs through the whole album which I think comes from the tone of the keyboard along with Morrison's voice. A lot of negative sentiment around The Doors being primarily a masturbatory vehicle for Morrison, which I can see. The End in particular is... well, long, meandering, and thoroughly odd. But the music evokes something in me. Fear, or excitement, I'm not sure. And that for me makes this worth a five.