I can’t describe Scott H. Biram any better than his official bio does:
Rock ‘n’ Roll ain’t pretty and neither is Scott H. Biram. The self proclaimed ‘Dirty Old One Man Band’ successfully, and sometimes violently, lashes together blues, hillbilly and country precariously to raucous punk and godless metal.
Biram ain’t no candy-ass singer/songwriter either, sweetly strumming songs about girls with big eyes and dusty highways. HELL NO!!! His singing, yodeling, growling, leering and brash preachin’ and hollerin’ is accompanied by sloppy riffs and licks from his 1959 Gibson guitar and pounding backbeat brought forth by his amplified left foot. The remainder of this one-man band consists of an unwieldy combination of beat-up amplifiers and old microphones strung together by a tangled mess of guitar cables.
Years of non-stop touring have honed his assault to a fine edge; his wide-eyed throw downs in the First Church of Ultimate Fanaticism routinely lead giddy followers to a fiery baptism.
If that doesn’t make you want to down a couple shots of Jack and shout along I don’t know what will. And Biram seems like the kind of guy that would happily join you. Actually, he seems like the kind of guy who would drink you under the table, then go play a kick-ass set. The kind of guy that gets hit by a tractor trailer, breaks both his legs, a foot, and and arm, yet puts on a show a month later (that actually happened). The kind of guy that would record an album from his bed while he was recovering from those injuries. In other words, the kind of guy who just fucking plays, no matter what.
Biram’s a veteran at this point. He’s released six full albums and an E.P. and toured the world relentlessly over the past decade. He’s followed Kris Kristofferson by stating “They said that was a hard act to follow…I’m a hard act to follow motherfuckers!”. He’s played a show from a wheelchair, with an IV sticking out of his arm. And by producing and recording his latest release, Something’s Wrong/Lost Forever, he’s proven that he can not only bring the fire with his playing, but he’s the best for the job of translating that live wire energy to a recording.
A raucous and searing statement about facing up to your actions, “Judgement Day” builds on a basic country picking pattern, electrified and overdriven, paired with dirty, sloppy, perfect vocals.
“I Feel So Good”
A slight switch from his “Dirty Old One Man Band” persona, Biram is backed by Black Diamond Heavies. The song extolls the virtues of things many people consider bad. And he makes a persuasive argument. Hell, I’m not going to argue with the guy…
“Blood, Sweat, and Murder”