Even though he's often imitated, nobody does the one-man-band thing with more piss & vinegar, demented humor and hellbent energy than trucker-hat-wearing Texas bluesman Scott H. Biram. His onstage setup is deceivingly simple—not much more than a guitar, a harmonica, a wall of amps and a stomp box—but his kicker cocktail of gospel, metal, Delta blues and country will get you clappin' and hollerin' like you're at a backwoods tent revival. Biram's relatively mellow latest album, 2014's Nothin' But Blood, features more of his down-to-earth songwriting about topics like alcoholism and feeling iffy about organized religion. But to experience Biram at his most diabolical, turn up 2005's raw, murder-y The Dirty Old One Man Band, a collection of some of the greasiest, evilest and most entertaining songs you've ever heard—you'll see the light. Jesse Dayton is also on the bill. (Kolbie Stonehocker)