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Unfortunately, that much can't really be said for the rest of the 13-track effort. The instrumentation is there, yes, and there are indeed moments throughout the disc when it seems like Blackheart Society is on the cusp of something great. But Fleming's strained vocals awkwardly keep these moments from coming to pass. This is especially clear on the opening track, "Little Girl," an odd pairing of '60s psychedelia with strings-based build-ups that Fleming has trouble blending in with. Blackheart Society comes close to a smash with this disc, but misses out because it gives more precedence to the heroin-esque tracks than the coke-fueled ones.