Seth is a truly original artist...the lyrics are on a par with any of the great singer-songwriters —Michael Mee Americana UK Praise for Nowhere Sometimes: I loved the sound of this record...Nowhere Sometimes is the reason that indie artists are the backbone of creativity in the musical world. —James Grimes The Muse's Muse This is an album of words and music that gets better with every play, and deserves to be heard by an audience wider than the Amazon River, bigger than the surrounding rainforest! In four words then: I love this album! —Kevin Aldersay She Took His Breath Away Nowhere Sometimes is a fresh, considered and entertaining release, with the promise of a rollicking live show to boot. —Eric Iannelli Ink 19 On Seth's latest album, Capillarious, all his favorite subjects are there: love, sex, death, and a little homicidal voyeurism. This time out, though, he mostly leaves the acoustic guitar behind (or at least lower in the mix) in favor of an old Gibson hollowbody cranked up until the amplifier is in danger of blowing up. That sonic shift is a welcome necessity, because as you will hear in the lyrics, this time out Seth loves a little harder, regrets a little deeper, and is a whole lot more angry with God. And you can't get to those feelings with a mandolin. Capillarious was produced by Brando Triantafillou of The Soundcake ( http://thesoundcake.com ) Musicians: Seth- lead and backing vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, percussion Dan Gottesman - drums Greg Nergaard - bass Brando Triantafillou - keyboards, guitar, percussion, drums, backing vocals Mierka Triantafillou - backing vocals Daryl Coutts - piano Ralph Beerhorst - piano Steve Zoloto - saxophones Seth was born in a muddy field in North Dakota, just after the spring thaw. That in-between time of year when the snow was replaced by thick ankle-deep black mud. He was born dirty and will die in the same condition, no doubt. With no TV in the house, and only sporadic electrical service (Dad's sharecropping was an inconsistent income to say the least), Seth and his seven brothers and sisters had to entertain themselves. So every morning at four, before going out to milk the cows, Seth would play old gospel songs and spirituals on guitar for his family. It was a raw life, and from an early age Seth was familiar with the intricacies of living and the simplicity of dying. There's not a lot he hasn't seen. You can hear it in his playing, in his no-frills voice; you can see it his happy but world-weary eyes. Seth is fascinated by the religious and popular cultures he abhors. He is a folksinger and composer, a poet and a vaudevillian. He is obsessed with creating art, but unconcerned with whether what he is doing is high or low art. Seth stands on the fence, stealing pies from the windowsills on both sides. And he has no plans to get down, come inside and take it easy. With the precision rhythm section of Dan Gottesman on drums and Greg Nergaard on bass, Seth brings together elements of Latin music, jazz, punk, funk, devo (is that a style?) with the rural, blue collar love of simple songs with guitars that sound like there's a hole in the amp speakers. The music is agitating and alluring, and the lyrics slide back and forth between the external world of the physical and the internal world of the spiritual. Seth is on a dark journey, but it is a journey you’ll not only be glad you came along for, you’ll be humming it on the other side.