An evening of outlaw blues. Opener BPF was a guitar and drums duo like the Black Keys. Twangy energy had their set concluding with guitarist standing on bass drum shack-shaking their finale.
Scott H. Biram is a hard drinking, hard living, one-man fuzz blues outfit. In 2003, Biram crashed head-on into an 18-wheeler, lived, and continued to perform with IVs on stage. Booze, guns, and wimmen (not necessarily in that order) pervaded most songs. Biram could coax many styles from his collection of old beatup guitars. His voice also occupied many styles, from woody guthrie dustbowl folk, johnny cash drawls, darth vader rants, and twangy tuvan throat singing. Did a great Dazed and Confused, Bukka White, and R.L. Burnside tunes as well. Spoke fondly of a tribute he performed for Blind Willie Johnson, but I'm sure the evening ended with booze, guns, and wimmen. As the evening went on, Biram's inter-song banter became less discernible and devolved into a monolog of, er..cho..cow..wuh..pow..tuh, which I'm sure is the language of booze, guns, and wimmen.
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