Last month, I started an article about The Nearly Deads’ Revenge album, exploring the EP’s individual tracks and the apocalyptic style that makes the band so fun. It was the product of a Pledgemusic campaign that barely made the quota, but the payback for fans was worth it. The sound was evolved and the production level impressed me; TJ’s powerhouse vocals had no trouble keeping up with the music. But I realized something after 800 words of (well-earned) praise and half-hearted objectivity.

It’s no secret that I’ve been an avid follower of The Nearly Deads since 2012, and to pretend that my feelings are because I think their music alone is superior is ridiculous. I love them because I was a fourteen year old looking for the Marianas Trench merch booth and instead I ran across a group of people that were genuinely friendly and accepting. I love them because the only line I could actually understand that day was “The audience has no idea” and I thought that was the most brilliant irony of my life. I love them because I was an awkward teenager who thought she could break into music journalism and they let me try. I love them because they’ve talked to venues about working with underage fans so my parents could get me in. I love them because once TJ wrote “Worlds Hottest Mom” on my mom’s t-shirt. I also love them because they’re skilled, hard working musicians. Continue reading “On Tour: The Nearly Deads”