The Bad Testament

With the heart of a genuine Texas bluesman, the head (banging) of a Zappa and Lemmy disciple, and boots resting in the dust outside of town at sunrise, Scott H. Biram journeys through the harrowing human condition like no one else. A walk on the Biram-side straddles the chasm between sin and redemption and "The Bad Testament" lands somwhere west of the Old Testament and south of an AA handbook. It's a record of hard-grinding lost love and deep, dark Americana with songwriting on the razor's edge of aggression and deftness, thoroughly contemporary but steeped in the backwaters, back porches and back alleys of America's musical heritage. Scott H. Biram is a one-man band, but he never falls in a rut, always shifting from the country soul of Jimmie Rogers and the laid-back cool of Merle Haggard on "Set Me Free" and "Red Wine" to the distorted, unvarnished, unhinged aggro-roots of "Trainwrecker". Biram proves yet again he's not just A one-man band, he is THE one-man band. The master of the realm. Why? Because even though he's one man, he ain't just one thing.