James Blake, Moses Sumney
House of Blues
September 24, 2016

I made a cardinal mistake on Saturday. A rookie move, even, arriving just as doors were opening for James Blakeโ€™s long-awaited Houston stop on his The Colour In Anything tour. After finding a spot in the front, I watched as the House of Blues quickly transformed into standing room only, as the crowd began playing the waiting game. But after waiting three years for the followup to Blakeโ€™s Overgrown, I figured a few more hours couldnโ€™t hurt.

โ€œAre you a fan or did you come with someone?โ€ Since pushing their way near the stage, the two young ladies had said nothing to me, as I stood trying to ignore the purse that knocked into me each time the owner moved, accepting that my little bubble of personal space had been burst. I turned and smiled, saying, โ€œIโ€™m a fan.โ€ In truth, if there is a โ€œBlake Hive,โ€ Iโ€™m standing in full formation. We all were, as we waited for the โ€œRetrogradeโ€ singer to emerge.

I figure thereโ€™s something in the water, some type of Snape-concocted elixir across the pond thatโ€™s spawned the likes of Amy Winehouse, Adele and countless others. Only time will tell if Blake will take his place in the rafters, but heโ€™s three albums in and steadily gaining steam, thanks in part to poignant production infused with a brooding British soul.

Just as the crowd began growing restless with anticipation, artist Moses Sumney erupted onto the stage, opening the show with an eclectic bang. A quick search of his website revealed all that I needed to know โ€“ when asked by an anonymous fan how he got his start, Sumney replied, โ€œThe old-fashioned way: a vagina.โ€ Iโ€™m now a Sumney fan; take that how you want.

โ€œIs there anyone else you havenโ€™t told me about?โ€ Sung in Blakeโ€™s soothing falsetto, that line that could be mistaken for his, but on this night it was just more background conversation from HOB’s noticeably diverse crowd, which grew silent as the London native finally came to the stage.

Raucous synths and well-placed piano keys are Blakeโ€™s calling card. At first glance his 6โ€™5โ€ frame doesnโ€™t match the haunting voice recently seen on Late Night with Seth Meyers, but once the show started, there was no mistaking that it was him.

โ€œWeโ€™re going to go through the new stuff first,โ€ he called out before launching into booming renditions of โ€œMy Willing Heart,โ€ โ€œChoose Me,โ€ โ€œRadio Silence,โ€ โ€œLove Me in Whatever Way,โ€ โ€œTimeless,โ€ โ€œI Need a Forest Fireโ€ and more. Whether he was singing about heartache or love, Blakeโ€™s quiet calm extended to his guitarist and drummer, who he thanked with โ€œThese guys. These unbelievable musicians, so please give it up.โ€ Music and bold visuals collided as Blake used light and imagery throughout the set.

Thrown in the mix, of course, were crowd favorites including โ€œRetrograde,โ€ โ€œLife Round Hereโ€ and even the Beyoncรฉ-heavy โ€œForwardโ€ from her Lemonade album. He also thanked his father, James Litherland, who penned โ€œThe Wilhelm Scream.โ€ Two encores later and an impromptu โ€œHappy Birthdayโ€ sung by the crowd โ€” Blake officially turns 28 on September 26 โ€” it was clear that Saturday wonโ€™t be the last time Blake graces Houston. The city wonโ€™t let him forget.