Orpheus

Sweet and Dark

i'll be damned

The Roads

Save My Soul

let me go

roots

vices

two sides

pick a side

mishaps

one day you're gone

i don’t blame u

“They said the blues were six feet under. We’re still dancin’ on the dirt.”

Six Feet Above the Blues is a 15-track resurrection of grit, ghosts, and grit-your-teeth redemption. Born from rusted strings, roadside sermons, and moonshine confessions, this debut album blends Southern Gothic storytelling with boot-stomping energy and the haunted soul of outlaw folk.

Through swamp fog and shotgun sermons, you’ll meet:

A hollow-eyed preacher who barters salvation in shadows

A hellhound more loyal than any man

A banjo cursed with blood

And a narrator who swears “God Don’t Ride Shotgun”

Whether it’s the eerie waltz of “Rattlesnake Waltz,” the foot-stomping fury of “Train Don’t Stop for Sinners,” or the rowdy last call in “Ashes in the Ale,” this record walks the line between sin and salvation — and leans hard toward the former.

Fueled by banjo, bowed bass, gang vocals, and enough smoke to choke a saint, this is music for the outlaws, the almost-gone, and the ones who never stayed buried.

🪕 Come raise a glass with the damned — you’re only six feet above the blues, after all.
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God Don't Ride Shotgun

Fredricktown, MO is a small Midwest town you probably haven't heard of where American singer-songwriter Brett Seper was born and raised. 

"I come from a place where few people make it out of. Most people are born here and stay settled here," says Brett Seper. He believes his work ethic and musicianship reflect a desire to go higher than what his small town has to offer.

Brett learned how to play the guitar from his grandfather, who introduced him to music when he was a child. Brett's grandfather loved to watch Brett play and sing, but he passed away recently. However, Brett continues to make his grandpa proud by writing and performing his music.