Scott H Biram- 'Fever dreams"

 

Sometimes an old battered acoustic guitar, a grave voice and some songs coming out of the heart are enough to bring the world to its knees. Scott H Biram has returned with another guitar driven album, acoustically (mostly) driven but distorted by the man's obsessions, passions and demons. From the opener "Fever dreams' to the more straightforward "Hobo jungle" moving to "Drunk like me" and the loneliness of "Highway kind"(Townes Van Zandt), originals or covers, the American dream is decomposed and drawn in the mud of  alcohol and personal failure, social discomfort. No shiny Neon lights, no golden boys and left wing activists with NGOs spending the funds to support charities for the rich, to sleep calm in the night. Rock n roll, gospel, country, blues, minimal orchestration, electrified when needed and a man who comes from our own personal dark pages to resurrect bad times and the light at the end of the tunnel. Along with WHITE BUFFALO and BROTHER DEGE  the most underrated songwriter of the lost generation of the 00s. More rock than the rockers, more country than the country singers, more human and down to earth than most of us. An album to drink and smoke and cry listening to it.

 

 

7,5