Hope Sandoval is of course the sultry lady who makes up one half of Mazzy Star but she has a parallel career with her Warm Inventions who include one Colm O Ciosoig better known as the drummer in My Bloody Valentine. This is a two track taster for their upcoming album 'Until the Hunter' and features none other than Kurt Vile on 'Let Me Get There'.
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- Let Me Get There by Hope Sandoval and The Warm Inventions
7/10 Clinton Staff review, 22 September 2016
Is Hope Sandoval the worlds most sultry person. She's dangerously sultry, in fact -- more sultry even than the Cadbury's Caramel Rabbit.
Here she does a duet called 'Let Me Get There' with Kurt Vile who isn't very sultry at all. In fact I've never noticed it before that Kurt can't sing. I don't think he actually knows what he is doing here but he gives it a good go bless him. It's like Francois Hardy duetting with the squeaky voiced teen off the Simpsons. The music is nice with a bit of a laid back '70s feel and some wandering guitars. At nine minutes + the song pretty much outstays it's welcome as if Kurt can't quite get up and leave.
Overleaf 'Hurt Spider' is a lovely piece - a slo-mo blur of twangy slowcore with that soft voice aching over the top of it and when Hope is in full charge things are a lot better. I'm drifting dreamingly into this as if falling into a particularly welcoming souffle.
4/10 The Doc Customer review, 29th September 2016
I've been totally smitten with Hope Sandoval ever since Mazzy Star were in their pomp and have bought everything with her name on since, so I was delighted to hear that the Warm Inventions had a new one out. It's been years since Through the Devil Softly, and anyone who's heard it will tell you it's an absolute masterpiece of minimalist night-time atmospherics. I must confess though, I approached this with some trepidation.
Aside from his fantastic cover of Downbound Train, Kurt Vile bores the face off me and this looks on paper like a really incongruous combination. It starts off really well, a proper laid-back groove with some twinkling guitars and a really smooth bass sound. Enter Hope, breathing her sultry vocals in that way she does, like a woman who can't decide whether to get out of bed and shake the dreams out of her hair or go back to sleep, and you're right back in that wonderful timeless world that only her voice can conjure. Then HE starts singing, and sweet fucking Jesus it sounds like a raccoon with it's bollocks caught in a blender. He's sacked the slacker drawl in favour of a helium croon, and it's so utterly ridiculous that I almost cracked out laughing. He's seems like he's playing it straight though, so you can only assume that he's got so stoned he's lost all objective grip on reality and finally gone over the hills with the little people. Bad, bad, bad. And to make matters worse, it's nearly ten minutes long.
Ten. Fucking. Minutes. It would be bad enough if it clocked in at even half that time, but by the end of the whole sorry mess I was so radged I couldn't decide whether to puncture both my ear drums with a knitting needle or clatter all my teeth out with a toffee hammer. Awful.
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