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Scott H Biram

Hometown: Austin, TX

"His blues tone is often comparable to the dense and tightly coiled attack of certain artists from Fat Possum Records’ heyday, though his penchant for tackling any chestnut that tickles his fancy at times lends him the air of a songster." – The Vinyl District

“The perfect bluesman for the 21st century, Biram filters classic American roots music through metal, hardcore and plenty of whiskey, resulting in a sound as unique as it is awesome.” – Metromix Cincinnati

"He has a true stage presence that could be fairly compared to that of Clint Eastwood on film. The dude's more dude than most other dudes you will ever meet." —Austinist

"Like a scumbag Leonard Cohen" —Shooter Jennings

"His raucous blend of psychobilly, blues, country, metal and rock suggests and inner starvation for true expression and honesty that, frankly, should lead you to question the conviction of everyone you've ever seen set foot on a stage." — Houston Press

Scott H. Biram isn't a one-man band. He is THE one-man band

Quoth he: "My music is the bastard child of Punk, Blues, Country, Hillbilly, Bluegrass, Chain Gang, Metal, and Classic Rock."

But don’t let that fool you. Two-man bands like the Black Keys have made a lot of noise in the past few years, and Biram’s got twice the cri de couer with half the personnel. He fearlessly preachs his gospel of blues, punk, country, metal and psychobilly to his congregation of metalheads,barflies, college professors and regular dudes via a pulpit that is just a stack of amps, a ‘59 hollow body Gibson and a stomp board.

Biram ain't no dour 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 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 compulsive touring, along with a steady diet of down and dirty blues, rock, punk, country, and hillbilly have developed Scott H. Biram's signature concoction, attracting a hefty array of fans who dig the bizarre and twisted sides of the rock and roll spectrum. His live shows unleash a Lemmy-sized metal attitude, a stomping, pulsing John Lee Hooker-channeling, and cockeyed tales of black water baptisms and murder, all while romanticizing the on-the-road lifestyle.

Biram has pounded the pavement (quite literally, actually), covering just about every inch of the US, sharing co-bills with heavy-hitters including Hank Williams III, Hasil Adkins, and Kris Kristopherson. After sharing a few tour dates, Nashville Pussy covered Biram's, "Raisin' Hell Again" on their 2005 release.

Scott H. Biram won’t die, either. On May 11th, 2003, one month after being hit head-on by an 18-wheeler at 75 MPH, he took the stage at The Continental Club in Austin, TX in a wheel chair--I.V. still dangling from his arm. With 2 broken legs, a broken foot, a broken arm and 1 foot less of his lower intestine, Biram unleashed his trademark musical wrath.

When, less than a year later, Scott H. Biram took the stage at his 2004 SXSW festival showcase right after Kris Kristofferson he was quoted as growling "They said that was a hard act to follow... I'm a hard act to follow, motherfuckers!!" The stunned crowd looked on.

"Carrying his guitar and harmonica into hell's mouth, he's going it alone in more ways than one, calling out to God but not terribly sure he's going to get an answer." —Chicago Reader

"An impassioned multi-instrumentalist unleashing a brutal cacophany with the fury of someone whose check from the Devil finally cleared. Half dirty blues, half underground punk, half honky-tonk, half revival meeting... oh shut up about the math. You'll see the light." —Rochester City News

"His barbarous exorcism of Depression-era blues--with a bedrock of frantic flatpicking, foot stomps into a floor mike, and gutteral growls through a distortion mike--has made Biram a rising star in Austin." —No Depression

"With a raw immediacy that recalls Hasil Adkins and Bob Log III, Biram specializes in a twisted hybrid of gutbucket, hillbilly and godless metal. He'll praise the virtues of moonshine and titty bars one minute, then tongue-lash city slickers and hippies the next." —Houston Press