Austin Texas' dirty ol' one-man band Scott H. Biram can throw down some feral, amped-up Delta blues just as easily as a stone cold country weeper.
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 with him.