Det hjemsøkte hjertet is the perfect example of good ideas clouded by distortion, poor vocal performance, and a lack of any real concept. The amount of distortion on this record is used to camouflage Panopticon’s lack of musical talent. The “singing,” if one could even call it that, is akin to that of a Moluccan cockatoo (a bird I might add has next to no elegance). The concept of this album is about as jumbled as Nikolaj Arcel and Anders Thomas Jensen’s ... read more

Marvin Gaye is playing checkers; Lee Fields is playing four-dimensional chess.

Using large amounts of distortion to mask a lack of musicianship. Remove some of the noise to make the piece more concise and this could be a modestly exceptional record.

Can he a hit a high note? Yeah. Should he? Absolutely not. Paired with mediocre guitar playing this whole album shapes up to be nothing more than a "rock" album that overstays it's welcome.

Folk music for people that don't understand folk music.

I remember coming home from school and my father's second wife putting this LP the record player every Thursday as a played with my favorite toy trains. This record is the soundtrack of my youth and shaped the man I am today.

Sampling, ah sampling. Sampling when used in moderation can be used to enhance a piece, but this is not one of those cases. The sheer number of samples makes me questions whether Leroy is even capable of making music organically.

I remember when this album came out. A lot of my co-workers spoke of it as if it were the Quintus Servilius Caepio of rock operas and when I gave this record a listen, I was inclined to agree. I've always found rock operas quite tacky, and this one is no different. The concept is incoherent and as jumbled as the Wickerman remake with Nicholas Cage (who is the Lucius Tarquinius Superbus of acting). It's boggling to the mind that anyone could see redeeming qualities in this record. The ... read more

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Kind of music you hear at the pub. boring background noise. Although I do think after a swig of a vodka this album would still be the Grigory Kulik of shoegaze.

Progressive? Yeah. Unique? Eh. Boring? Absolutely.

Some interesting ideas, but people like Lee Fields have been doing it better for years.

This is the kind of song that makes my eyes close from boredom.

What is this? I remember a day where music actually had rhyme and rhythm. This is the kind of music that makes my head not bump up and down but rather shake side to side in disapproval.

Chet Baker once again proving himself to be the José Dolores Estrada Vado of Vocal Jazz. With his cool smoothing voice and his take-me-on attitude you could say that Chet Baker and Lee Fields are two peas in a pod.

Lee Fields once again revolutionizing soul as we know it. He is a master of the craft, a pioneer of Neoclassic-soul, and an amazing person. Lee Fields is a man that all people should look up as the Jean Piaget of soul.

This album is nothing but fake-deep ooze that appeals to no one other than 17-year-olds who just discovered music.