In an attempt to distinguish between on-stage crazy and just plain, old, bat-shit nuts, Scott H. Biram has quoted me — me! — for years now. I once said, "We all wanna be entertained, but nobody wants to get stabbed in the head with a screwdriver." Biram is a one-man-band: part carnival barker, part resurrected Hasil Adkins, and part displaced evangelist. He is an ominous presence who plays juke joint blues and broke-dick country just the way I like it — lonesome and mean. As an added bonus, witness one of the most sinister versions of Son House's "Grinnin' in Your Face" you'll ever hear this side of Hell.