Rock ‘n’ Roll ain’t pretty and neither is Scott H. Biram. The self proclaimed “Dirty Old One Man Band” successfully, and sometimes violently, lashes together blues, hillbilly and country precariously to raucous punk and godless metal.   Biram ain’t no dour ass singer/songwriter either, sweetly strumming songs about girls with big eyes and dusty highways. HELL NO!!! His singing, yodeling, growling, leering and brash preachin’ and hollerin’ is accompanied by sloppy riffs and licks from his 1959 Gibson guitar and pounding backbeat brought forth by his amplified left foot. The remainder of this one-man band consists of an unwieldy combination of beat-up amplifiers and old microphones strung together by a tangled mess of guitar cables.   Years of non-stop touring have honed his assault to a fine edge; his wide-eyed throwdowns in the First Church of Ultimate Fanaticism routinely lead giddy followers to a fiery baptism.   Bad Ingredients, Biram’s fourth full-length for Bloodshot Records, is a decidedly different record for those who have been following SHB’s road-driven career. Recorded at Biram’s home studio in Austin, Texas and mastered by Jerry Tubb of Terra Nova Mastering (Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Dwight Yoakam), Bad Ingredients delivers SHB’s classic throat-stomping style (“Dontcha Lie To Me Baby” and “Victory Song”), but showcases a more mature songwriter—both lyrically and musically. It’s Biram at his quietest, but don’t worry, Hiram Biram can still raise a riot.   There’s a sweet country love song in "Broke Ass" and the heartful waltz of "Memories of You Sweetheart." That’s not to say Scott’s still not a little twisted—who else could follow up a song like, "Have You Ever Loved a Woman" (originally written by Lightnin’ Hopkins) with "Killed A Chicken Last Night?"   The blues will always be Biram’s first love and in his songwriting he channels his hero Lightnin’ Hopkins on the primitive "Born in Jail,"  while "I Want My Mojo Back," is a swaggering R&B throwback that features the help of a guest saxophonist (the only major musical duty that SHB farms out this record) and a gospel choir consisting of ... Scott H Biram.   On Bad Ingredients, SHB maintains the blues-metal-country-punk-rock but strengthens it with crack guitar playing and shrewdly-crafted songwriting. Even when he’s at his most quiet, it doesn’t get any more real—or louder—than Scott H Biram.