Nothin' But Blood

Blood and religion, sin and redemption are as key to Biram's music as country, punk, blues, spirituals and good-ol'-boy rock.... There's great examples here. [Mar 2014, p.91]

Nothin’ But Blood is a wild, discontinuous kind of ride, rattling from tradition to mayhem, from salvation to specific descriptions of sex acts, in a flow of songs that are no more like each other than if you’d pulled them from a pile of tapes. What unites them? A bristling electric guitar. A laceratingly unsentimental view of life. A coruscating energy that burns right through whatever you were expecting and reveals the hard true life-force at the bottom of Biram’s songs.

Capturing the anything-goes spirit of his hell-raising live performance, Nothin' but Blood opens a vein.

If you don't smell the brimstone smoke of hell when listening to Nothin' But Blood, then you just don't get it. [No. 107, p.53]

Nothin’ but Blood, the latest album from crass cowboy Scott H. Biram is a lopsided effort with some of the best songs Biram has ever written and some of the absolute worst.

This is tough, unvarnished music played for keeps, not for the squeamish or those afraid of the sight, or sounds, of blood.

Nothin' But Blood finds the hard-living and hard-playing one-man band Biram sounding as intense as ever.

Overall, the effect of the album is mostly jarring. Gusty, but jarring.