Seabound is one of the very few artists that I am willing to go out and see. My comfort zone has shrunk massively over the last 5 years, and for the most part this is never a problem. However the lack of outside socialization makes me a hermit and it is difficult to hear and sample new things in life no matter how much time I spend on the internet.

Frank Spinath and Martin Vorbrodt, on the other hand, have managed to penetrate my little bubble several years ago. And I’ve held them hostage and never let them leave. Figuratively.

Perhaps the last thing I would ever rave about are bands. I stopped caring about musicians in a fan sort of way when I exited my teens, as many of us do. Even in college and doing all the silly things college people do I rarely attended a show of my own volition. I hate the noise, the smoke, the sticky scudge on the floor and the raspy residue that inevitably tickles its way out of your lungs the next morning. Most of all, I hated (hate) crowds.

Seabound, however, is unparalleled as far as I am concerned. Their music is smooth, flawless, electronic and symphonic but with a dark undercurrent of emotion. They appeal to me on many different levels and even though many of their tracks are upbeat club staples it’s never just a simple joy ride. As enjoyable as it is kicking the noobs out of my personal space to “Poisonous Friend” on a Saturday night, my favorite pieces by them were the vivid, visual, lush melodies such as “October Song” and “Avalost.” Talk to me, work with me, look at me… chances are that if you and I have ever been together and interacted, I have had “October Song” running through my head at least one of those times. Seabound (and Edge of Dawn) have been the soundtrack to my life recently, and I think they deserve every moment of their success. Intelligent, human and approachable, I would support no other kind of artist.

All the same, my satisfaction of seeing them finally was largely internal. As I moved about the room and eventually ended up front-and-center, I was close enough to grab naughty Seabound bits if I was That Fangirl but of course I would never do that. Both of them offered their hands to the crowd several times but some force of reason kept my own paws cemented to the camera.

Choosing to shoot at the show was a tough one. I have never done that before, actually, because I would generally rather enjoy the music than worry about settings and focus. In a way the people moving around me were satisfying in and of itself, but I was there to capture the moments in a more permanent way than in an excited flush or beads of sweat. In the very end, however, I gave in. Relinquishing my camera to Trav I had to dance to “The Promise.” I may not remember every moment of their too-short set because I was focused on the photography, but I will never regret missing a few extra frames to dance with them.

Good times, good times. All the photos are up here.