Though the “garage rock” label has, over the years, become ubiquitous enough as to be rendered somewhat ineffective as a descriptor, San Antonio’s The Rich Hands make the kind of music that the term was invented for. Dreamers, the group’s towering and gritty debut, is bright, loud, muddy, and chock-full of poppy hooks. If these short songs had an ounce more polish to them, they’d be too sweet for their own good. As they are, however, the songs, with their doo-wop rhythms, reverb saturation, and roughshod vocals, tap into your nostalgia and find the sweet spot between romanticism and apathy.
