Last Night: Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions at Sons of Hermann Hall
Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions
Sons of Hermann Hall
October 19, 2009
Better than: having to tell everyone to shut up myself.
Hope gets what Hope wants.
And, four songs into Hope her Sons of Hermann Hall performance with the Warm Inventions, Hope Sandoval had had enough of some of the relatively (by Dallas standards) quiet conversations going on among the crowd as she sang.
In a short rant that ended with her telling the offenders that they could talk all they wanted on the other side of the exit door, she reduced the crowd of approximately 200 to total silence for the remainder of her hypnotic set.
Certainly none of the males that dominated the crowd held it against her?
With a voice that seems at once a bit cartoonish and yet totally seductive, Sandoval and her band performed a set of songs taken largely from her excellent new release Through the Devil Softly and a few from 2001's Bavarian Fruit Bread.
Dressed in an elegant (very) little black dress and boots, Hope played haunting harmonica and xylophone, but mostly sang, her hand on her hip, moving little, lit by the images from the film clips that were projected on the screen behind her.
That simple video system of two vintage 16mm projectors really enhanced the performance, with short vintage film clips and odd images that tied beautifully to the song being performed. After finishing the set of a little more than an hour, she disappeared with crowd demanding more.
A two-song encore was provided before she slipped out into the darkness for good.
Opening the show (and serving as most of the members of The Warm Invention) was the Dirt Blue Gene. They played a set that veered between the trance-y blues and twangy pub rock, but these skill sets were best used backing Hope.
Personal highlight: Set highlights were numerous, but, for me, the two encore songs--the achingly beautiful "Satellite" and the stretched-out set closer (don't recall what song it was) with Colm Ó Cíosóig weaving a hypnotic percussive rhythm that reminded me of his performance in My Bloody Valentine.
Sorry about: Not getting the set list after chatting up Colm and totally fanning out by getting Hope to sign a poster.