SCOTT H. BIRAM10 p.m., Sticky Fingerz. $8.
Several years back, Scott H. Biram
took the stage at the Continental Club in his hometown of Austin, Texas, in a wheelchair. An IV dangled from his arm. He had two broken legs, a broken foot, a broken arm and a big chunk of his lower intestine missing. One month earlier he’d been in a head-on car crash with an 18-wheeler going 75 miles per hour. With his 1950 Gibson guitar and a driving backbeat courtesy of his left foot, Biram, who calls himself a “Dirty Old One Band,” still managed his typical hollerin’ fury. Made from the same weird, raw, backwoods stuff of folks like Hasil Adkins and Bob Log III, Biram pulls together a mishmash of honky-tonk stomp, gutbucket punk and swamp blues. You can glean the kind of night it’s going to be just by reading off song titles — “Blood, Sweat and Murder,” “Graveyard Shift,” “Plow You Under.” Josh the Devil and the Sinners