Hipster Hypnotists at the Lingerie : Pop Music: Mazzy Star’s singer Hope Sandoval creates an atmosphere of entranced detachment.

If David Lynch is looking for someone to book at the roadhouse in “Twin Peaks,” Mazzy Star might be the perfect successor to Julee Cruise.

Hope Sandoval has some of the dreamy, disoriented mystique that’s a prerequisite, and the music, which moves at a hypnotically deliberate pace, is rich with angled, often ominous emotion.

Club Lingerie on Saturday didn’t have quite the vibe of Lynch’s surreal bikers’ hangout, but the Los Angeles-based Mazzy Star did exert a spell that was defiantly different from the usual ones cast at the Hollywood rock club.

The duo of L.A. rock veteran David Roback and singer Sandoval has suddenly become a celebrated act in the rock underground following the release of their debut album. Their hometown debut Saturday at the end of a national tour drew a crowd that, while admiring, could also chuckle at the rigor of Sandoval’s remoteness.

At one point she earned a round of applause when she gathered her long hair and pushed it back. While Roback played guitar and kept in touch with the three supporting musicians, Sandoval stood out front, a small, exotic beauty tuned into a world of her own.

She had a hip-high microphone for her tambourine, and the knob of the vocal mike seemed to cover half her face. She’d close her eyes, then look from side to side, and sometimes she’d roll them upward. She was like some enigmatic art-movie starlet doing a screen test for Antonioni.

All of which makes her the perfect vehicle for Mazzy Star’s music, which elevates detachment to the role of expressive device. The backing on Saturday was usually folk-music simple--a two-chord Velvet Underground vamp, a rural blues shuffle, a country thing--and Sandoval laid in her vocals as if in a trance.

The results were hypnotic, melancholy, suggestive of emotional tension and turmoil far below the placid surface. Mazzy Star relied its jazz-flavored, Doors-like “She Hangs Brightly” and “Ghost Highway’s” fuzzed rock riffing to coax some variety from their limited repertoire, but it was still a fairly monochromatic show.

It was also absorbing if you took it on their terms and gave in to its subtle powers. This is a band that counts on a knowing audience’s contempt for pandering, crowd-pleasing gestures like eye contact and stage patter. Either that or they were petrified. Give them a couple of weeks at the roadhouse to loosen up and see what happens.