Scott H Biram Something's Wrong/Lost Forever

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"The one-man band is a tour-de-force of gutbucket guitar squabble, vocals so feral they'll make you lock your doors at night, and a live set that goes down like a cocktail of whiskey, amphetamines and black-humored despair."—LA Times

"He helps wash away your own demons by letting his own loose." —Houston Press

"Biram's secret specialty: down-on-your-luck rubberneck-ability... and Biram's lonesome soul approaches the authenticity of the Black Keys/Dan Auerbach." —Austin Chronicle

Most one-man bands are one-trick ponies. One riff, one sound, one gimmick, one bucket, whatever. Not Scott H. Biram. The man can and will throw down some feral, amped-up Delta blues just as easily as a stone cold country weeper that'll get the girls all dewy-eyed with faith and desire, or even a heavy metal field holler—with the emphasis on
holler. He can and will hold an audience rapt when he sings from the bottom of his boots about what it takes to get saved and how he'll end up blowing the deal.

Austin TX's self-proclaimed Dirty Old One-Man Band's third album for Bloodshot is profane and tender, alluring and frightening, and while such intensely polarizing forces would tear a lesser man apart, Scott appears to revel in the tug of war. With his '59 Gibson hollow body, mouth harp and electrified stomp board, his muddied water gospel is sly enough to charm the devil, and the hip shake boogie irresistible enough to get the Man upstairs to come down and share a bottle of the brown with him.

Performed, recorded and produced by Scott hisself, with the notable exception of the rave up "I Feel So Good" done with blues punk duo the Black Diamond Heavies, Something's Wrong/Lost Forever is a record rife with testifying and torment. The grungy strut of "Time Flies" and the Waylon-worthy lament in "Still Drunk, Still Crazy, Still Blue" shows that real pathos lurks beneath the brim of Scott's trucker cap, while the two-step rant of "Judgment Day" has him at his wide-eyed best. Check out the way he draws a line in piss and whiskey from the sweaty heaviness of the Delta to dudes throwing devil horns at a metal concert in "Hard Time," or the eerie, on-his-knees lament sung with maximum distortion on "Go Down Ol' Hannah." Just him and his maker.

A compulsive tourer, a Scott H. Biram sermon/concert/throwdown is not hard to find. Take heed, though, one dose and you’ll want to drink out of the same well that he has. Scott H. Biram is not a one-man band, but Scott H. Biram is a band that’s one man.

"The simple truth is that listening to Something’s Wrong / Lost Forever makes me smile. I can’t help but to be happy when it’s playing. For me, it’s not just Essential Listening, it’s gonna be a top 5 of 2009." —9 Bullets

"If one could transform the latent energy emanating from the iconic Johnny Cash "flippin' the bird" photograph into sound, it would come out something like Biram's more righteously angry material. In Biram's world where country/blues/gospel meets punk, telling the world to fuck off comes as naturally as warning someone off the Devil." —Blurt

"Everything veers quickly towards the outside lane and stays there. Biram likes the rough stuff, his vocals all scruffed up and sounding like he's been on a week-long jag through the back alleys and barrooms. His songs focus in on fighters, survivors, losers and those who just will not give up...and be assured he's playing for keeps. And has the guts to back it up." —Sonic Boomers