Thursday, November 10, 2011

Bad Ingredients For A Killer Album


Gritty, filthy, angry, but most importantly pure. That's Scott H. Biram in a nutshell. He's a one man band that's taking over the Texas scene by storm. Forcing his brand of country punk music onto the crowns in the wake of the storm he stabs your ear with the twang of the guitar and raw lyrics. There might be dirt under the fingernails of this Texas born guitarist and lyricist but there's realism in his music like no other artist out there today. Before becoming the one man band he is today Scott has been in a straight out punk band called the Thangs and two bluegrass bands called Scott Biram and the Salt Peter Boys and The Bluegrass Drive by. But on his own is where he really shines, doing his own thing what he wants to do and how he wants to do it. It really works for him.
In his new album Bad Ingredients Scott mixes the anger and angst in punk along with the good time drinking and lyricism of country with a hint of blues. A stand out song for me on the album is a bluesy number called Born In Jail, its probably the rawest songs I have heard in a long time killer blues guitar and punch drunk lyrics. If your a fan of The Black Keys than you'll respect the shit out of Scott H. Biram. Clever lyrics is one thing that I love in songs, lyrics like "I can't seem to find you, no matter how hard I try, you always wind up missing, while I always wind up blind" on Wind Up Blind always winds up opening up my ears a little more and listening to each and every word a little closer. All of these songs are sung, played, produced and recorded by Scott himself but not all written. Scott does an amazing rendition of bluegrass legend Bill Monroe's song Memories Of You Sweetheart which is respectively less punkish but sounds amazing with his raw voice and guitar. He also tears the blues guitar up on Lightning Hopkins Have You Ever Loved A Woman, much respect. The whole album is not only worth listening to once but over and over and over again. It's a perfect blend of Contry-Punk-Blues, Bad Ingredients left a good taste in my mouth.

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