Imagine a preacher, a punk, and a bluesman walk into a Texas roadhouse---and they're all the same guy. That's Scott H. Biram. Armed with a stomp box, a battered guitar, a wall of beat up amps, tangled cables, and a voice that roars like a big rig truck engine, Biram is a one-man orchestra who conjures the raw power of a full band or strips it all down to a Sunday-morning hymn---often within the same set. Hailing from Texas, Biram's sound is a backroads collision of hillbilly gospel, gutbucket bl...