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 Birams-side straddles the chasm between sin and redemption, and *'The Bad Testament'* lands somewhere 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 back waters, back porches, and back alleys of our collective musical heritage. He is a one-man band, but never falls in a rut, alays shifting, from the wandering Country-Soul of *Jimmie Rodgers* and the laid-back cool of *Merle Haggard* to the distorted, unvarnished, unhinged aggro-roots, Biram proves yet again he's not jus 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.