9 p.m., Juanita’s. $7.

After touring relentlessly for the better part of the last decade, this self-described “Dirty Old One Man Band” has made quite a reputation for himself as a beer-soaked, hard-ass troubadour. Biram’s also proved he’s not the man to try to keep down. As the story goes, he took to stage in a wheelchair, with broken legs, a shattered arm, stitches from intestinal surgery and an I.V. by his side one month after a Mack truck laid into him, head on, at 75 m.p.h. It’s that type of stubborn-headed immediacy that grumbles through his music. He’s a bizarre, foot-stomping minister of Delta blues and D.C. punk, a rambling shit-talker with a back catalog of sloppy riffs and loud harmonica. Little Rock and its legions of alt-country devotees, if you weren’t already, consider yourself on alert. Brother Andy and His Big Damn Mouth, local Southern gothic deconstructionists, open alongside Joey and Kelly Kneiser, a ex-husband and wife duo from Little Rock favorites Glossary.