It's an evening like any other in Austin. In a basement there's a bluesman with white hair that enlightens the crowd with an old Gibson in hand while in the next room the My Education propose their infernal post-rock in a club capable of containing no more than fifty people. The ...And You Will Know Us By The Tail Of Death are in studio recording their latest album and other strange elements such as Fires Were Shot, are in their rooms trying, in solitude, to put together some sort of extraordinary great new idea. That same evening on Red River Street, somewhere around the firsts of June, at Room 710, a new band, one of the many found in town, is getting ready to go on stage. They call themselves Tia Carrera, a garage/psycadelic trio to whom few, besides the Austin Chronicle and a tight circle of their own friends, pay any attention. On the other hand we're talking about a band that hasn't yet printed a disc and has only done a few live shows. That night the public was silent. An acidic evening was announced but what could possibly happen on stage is still a mystery. Before the amps even finish warming up a man known as Jason Morales leavea on an acid trip that will last all night.
The Tia Carrera finally let out the beast and while it gets loose it screams, head-banging the surrounding cage, the crowd now knows to have become witness to one of those unforgettable Austin nights. It was as if that evening at 710 of Red River Street the spirit of Jimi Hendrix, after having patiently waited 35 years in paradise decided to come back down for a series concerts using the bodies of Erik Conn, Andrew Duplantis and Jason Morales. Jimi Hendrix. Right, cause it's practically impossible to not associate this name (or this ghost) to the narcotic sensations that Tia Carrera let out. You feel the influence along with that of the Doors and Blue Cheer but let me underline that in this case their is no copy-catting involved. Tia Carrera are pure fury; instestinal passion, a passion that is felt with every beat of the drums and every note on this fantastic live album. It's without a doubt among one of the discs I loose my breath listening to and so I won't hesitate say that this Live 6-03.03 (along with the following The November Session) is a great album.
Extraordinary musicians (reason why bassist Andrew Duplantis was asked to tour with the Son Volt), crazy perhaps, but tragically striking. Truly saddening the fact that their European distribution is practically inexistent since the album was only printed on vinyl. These kinds of bands deserve better and would be a great response to all of those who keep repeating that "todays music stinks".
| Date | Location | Venue |
| Mar 20, 2009 | Austin, TX | Room 710 |