Now here's a lady I wouldn't mind going all the way with. You can't tell me she wouldn't be freaky. All joking aside, though, there isn't all that much to say about All The Way. It's Diamanda Galas playing strange renditions of bluesy songs on a piano and singing (and screeching, and all other manner of vocal acrobatics) the way only she can. The fact that it gets this high of a rating speaks volumes not only about her talents as a vocalist, but her talents as a pianist as well. These songs may be standards in certain circles, but she spends her time here twisting them and forming them into something all her own. I nearly cried to "Pardon Me I've Got Someone To Kill" and I have literally no idea why. "O Death", an unnerving song in its own right, turns downright disturbing when Diamanda takes a crack at it. That she's still able to sound like this almost thirty years down the line from her first material is nothing short of incredible. All The Way is great, and Diamanda Galas will never not be.