Recently, Biram took a few minutes away from life on the road to call into the podcast "It Burns When I Pee." The folks at "IBWIP" were nice enough to review Wayne Hancock's new album, 'Tulsa,' during this episode as well. Listen to the interview here.

Scott H. Biram is featured on the soundtrack to the hell-bent world of team demolition derby on the Discovery Channel's documentary "Head On," which aired originally in December. Go here to see a clip from the documentary, and check your local listings to see when Head On will air again!

Looking for a nice, staid video of Scott H. Biram? Well, keep lookin'. BUT if want a bloody, gritty video of Hit the Road check out the new DVD Bloodied But Unbowed. This DVD features 31 videos and live performances from the likes of Ryan Adams, Bobby Bare Jr, Deadstring Brothers, Detroit Cobras, Alejandro Escovedo, Old 97s, and the Waco Brothers, 8 short films with appearances and performances by Split Lip Rayfield, Neko Case, Kelly Hogan, The Meat Purveyors and others, plus a photo and poster gallery .

We haven't given this a try yet over here at BSHQ, but some of Scott's fans down in Tampa, FL have stumbled across an interesting instance of synchronicity with The Dirty One-Man Band and "the Wizard of Oz". In their words:

Scott Dude,

So, my friends and I decided randomly tonight to listen to Dark Side of the Moon while watching "The Wizard of Oz". You know, like people do. Well, after that CD ended your Dirty Old One Man Band CD just happened to be next on the disc changer because we listen to often, and it PERFECTLY synced up with the rest of the movie. At first, we all thought we were just wigging out, but 14 tracks later the CD ends while the Wicked Witch dies as the last track was fading out. You probably think the six of us have done absolutley too many drugs, but we are FOR REAL. I swear to God. Check it out brother!!

Sincerely, Twan, Jenica, Kate, Ashley & Jen

We wanted to give you a heads up on a future Biram radio appearance, as well as one in archive. So here you go:

For those of you in the St. Louis area, or those of you who can navigate the wonders of the internet, Scott will be doing an in-studio on KDHX-FM 88.1FM on July 27th at 4pm. The appearance is in anticipation of this show that night at Off Broadway.

You can also listen to a piece about Scott on KUTE FM by going here: http://www.kut.org/. The piece was a part of the Texas Music Matters series and it also features an interview with Bloodshot co-founder, Rob Miller.

From the Austin Chronicle:

One in a Million
The spawn of Hasil Adkins: one-man bands
BY AUDRA SCHROEDER

The notion of a one-man band sounds crazy. And in terms of logistics, it's not, well, natural. When the late Hasil Adkins set out to play every instrument himself because he thought Hank Williams was on his recordings, he kicked a big ol' hole in the space/rock continuum. Rock & roll, hillbilly, country, and blues were forced to fight it out. There's a growing handful of Austin musicians who took that cue and are doing it for themselves. "One-man band" is an all-inclusive term, but each musician has a different way of playing, a different sound, a different story. A different way of getting their kicks.

Scott H. Biram

"I get a lot of people who are surprised about how normal I am after a show," says Scott H. Biram.

Not that he's a raging maniac onstage. He just sounds like one. One of the occupational hazards of a one-man band is that they tend to come off as insane, unbalanced, unable to work well with others. It brings to mind the romantic notion of the street busker mixed with the craze of luminaries like Hasil Adkins. You don't take someone with a song called "Muleskinner Blues" lightly. Biram has been a one-man band for about six years, and his solo career was one of necessity.

"In college, I heard Bob Dylan's first record, and I was really impressed by that," he says. "When I was little we would go see Doc Watson at the Armadillo, my dad bought me a Bill Monroe CD, and then I got into Townes Van Zandt. And one day I realized it was easier to practice on my acoustic and just leave it lying around the house instead of plugging in my electric."

Growing up just outside San Marcos, the 31-year-old got guitar lessons from his aunt. In fact, Biram's upbringing played no small part in helping shape his songwriting. Generations of his family grew up in the same town, graduated from the same school. Everyone knew his great-grandmother as "Ma." He had chickens.

"I really appreciated those days running along river bottoms, building rope swings, finding things to do," he remembers. "I don't like stuff that sounds really thought out, all flowery. The songs that come to me most frequently are the ones about heartbreak, rough characters, truck drivers, rednecks, and murder. And I like to have a Southern feel to all of that."

And he's all about Texas pride. While touring, he's encountered people who find out where he's from and proceed to talk shit.

"The place I get it the worst is Colorado," he says. "I don't know why they hate us. There was this one girl who told me she named her fish Texas because it was worthless. I was eating a piece of pizza at the time and threw it at her."

Biram's released three solo albums on his own label starting in 2000. While he was touring through Chicago with fellow one-man band Joe Buck, they stopped at the offices of Bloodshot Records. Biram handed them a CD and they released it.

The Dirty Old One Man Band came out in January 2005, a stompy, beer-soaked romp through chickens, murder, and hellfire confessionals run through effects to make his voice whiskey sour. His musical setup came from years of additions.

"Somewhere along the line I started stomping my foot on the base of my microphone stand. Then I started fooling around by making a stomp board that was more amplified, then I started distorting the guitar, then I switched to a hollow body to get that sound between acoustic and electric. I just figured out a way to make myself heard. I've always envisioned having a wall of old, beat-up speakers behind me. Well, they might not be old, but there's a wall."

In the spring of 2003, Biram was traveling on a stretch of highway near San Antonio and collided head-on with an 18-wheeler. He required multiple surgeries for broken legs, a shattered foot, and a broken arm. Nevertheless, he rolled into Austin's Continental Club six weeks later and performed – attached to an IV. His shattered stomping foot started stomping on its own.

"With punk bands, I was writing two or three songs a week. With country bands, one or two a year. With country and blues there's this expected formula as far as parts go, so I had a lot of trouble with that. After my wreck, I was laid up in the hospital, and I was on so much morphine and Demerol, I started writing more rocking songs, like I used to. So, those country and hillbilly songs were still there and those aspects flowed into my rock songs. It became a monster."

Which brings us back to his first quote. Biram antagonizes his audiences during his show, but it's all part of the vibe. A critic from a Rochester paper, describing Biram's vitriolic show, wrote, "We all wanna be entertained, but nobody wants to get stabbed in the head with a screwdriver."

Biram laughs at this comment, but you get the feeling that if he needed to, he would at least shank you with a broken beer bottle.

Here at Bloodshot, we like to make our customers as happy as possible. That's why everyone who buys a Scott H. Biram CD now receives a free "Jesus Loves Scott H. Biram" temporary tattoo.

Stop thanking me, it's embarrassing.

In response to this, the first and only scathing review published for Biram's "The Dirty Old One Man Band," posted at www.pitchforkmedia.com on May 10, 2005, Biram speaks his mind:

Hey Dude,

I just wanted to thank you for your bad review of my record. Any press is good press. By the way, the only person I listen to, out of all the people you say I "borrow" from, is RL Burnside, and he is way at the bottom of my list of influences. Try Leadbelly, Lightnin' Hopkins, Muddy Waters, Son House, Bill Monroe, Black Flag, Woody Guthrie, ACDC, Howlin' Wolf, Alan Lomax, Mance Lipscomb, Big Joe Williams, George Jones, Lefty Frizzel Blah Blah blah. After reading some of the crap you DO give praise to I feel like you got pretty awful taste in music anyway. I picture you river dancing away down the lane to your newest favorite record.

I also wanted to bring to your attention that I am a struggling musician that is working my ass off to make a living playing music and it's pretty shitty that you would go out of your way to tell people that my music is so unoriginal and doesn't deserve any good praise before they've even had a chance to hear it. Look around. I've got plenty of good write-ups anyway. You are the first person who has ever given me a bad review in the 17 years I've been playing music.

Also, If you think about it... All the people you listed me as stealing my "mock-blues" from are all bands that took their sound from the old guys that I listen to. You want to talk mock-blues. Go have a listen to Robert Cray or K'eb Mo. That shit sucks. I am the blues. I am metal. I am hillbilly. These are all real parts of me. My music is not a mockery of anything. It's all the styles of music I love and emotions coming directly from my heart. Kinda like this e-mail. You obviously DON'T get it. There are a lot of people who DO get it. I am part of a revolution in this time of crappy over produced music.

Hey that's great about the dead possum. I think it describes my music wonderfully and is a true compliment. Especially since 2 years ago I almost died on a highway after being hit head-on by an 18-wheeler. The descriptions you made of the road kill were nearly parallel to the bones sticking out of my arms and legs, my folded foot, shattered knee and 1 foot of intestine that had to be removed after it was torn from my colon. I think, considering that it was just 2 years ago that I lay in a bed for 6 months and am mostly made of metal now, that I have accomplished some great shit. GEEZ!
-Biram

This letter does not necessarily reflect the opinions harbored by the employees of Bloodshot Records, but oh, how we love it when our artists get scrappy!