VINYL Beauty Bar’s 8 Year Anniversary w/ Scott H. Biram! BROTHER!
About this Event
💋Celebrate Vinyl Beauty Bar’s 8th Year Anniversary with some of Austin’s most kick-ass artists!
🔥Performing Artists:
SCOTT H. BIRAM!
💀BROTHER💀 (Danzig Tribute featuring members of The Black Angels, Sex Pump, and The Shanks)
DJ DevilWoman
DJ Tinita Turn-Up
📆 Sunday, August 30th
🔥Doors at 4pm
🚪$25 Cover presale or at the door. Capacity is limited!
✨Benefitting HAAM (Health Alliance for Austin Musicians)
🤘21+ Only
🤘Funded in part by The Austin Live Music Fund.
💙Sponsored by @blueowlbrewing
🍺Free beer while supplies last!
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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 blues, breakneck bluegrass, and roadhouse rock ’n’ roll, all shot through with a punk rock spirit. He might serenade you with an old gospel tune one minute, then rip into a fuzz-drenched boogie the next. Critics can’t quite categorize it, but fans know it as pure, unfiltered Scott H. Biram. Raised on dirt roads and baptized in dive bars, Biram has built a cult following the hard way—one sweaty, stomping, sermon-like performance at a time. His shows feel part revival, part riot: a raucous communion where grit meets grace. Whether he’s growling through a blues number or crooning like a midnight DJ, Biram embodies the duality of the American songbook—raw and refined, sacred and profane. Listen close and you’ll hear what sets him apart: a songwriter’s soul beneath the grit, a deep reverence for tradition fueling the chaos, and a performer who sounds like the whole band quit—so he just went on without them.
Call it country, blues, rock, or gospel gone electric—whatever you call it, when Scott H. Biram plugs in, you’re not just hearing music. You’re witnessing theholy ghost of American roots, stomped out through a single pair of boots.
Where is it happening?
USD 28.52
