Something's Wrong/Lost Forever

It's been said that rock and roll came from the blues on the right hand and country on the left; Scott H. Biram is the middle finger on both; Austin TX's 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, 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. Scott can just as easily throw down some feral amped-up Delta blues as a stone cold country weeper that'll get the girls all dewy-eyed with faith and desire as a heavy metal field holler with the emphasis on holler.