The three main elements defining Los Angeles trio Dreamers are almost irreconcilable. First, Dreamers' aesthetic embodies psychedelia. It hearkens back to simpler times on the internet, when pixilated 8-bit imagery of starry nights looked like HD. The group flaunts its self-made exploding rainbow gifs like a unicorn in heat. Second, contrary to what these psychedelic visions may musically imply, Dreamers plays smart pop. The 12 tracks on the trio's debut LP This Album Does Not Exist sizzle and spark with three-minute tunes to perk you up and make you shake. Third, according to Dreamers, there's a point to this.
When Dreamers – Nick Wold (vocals/guitar), Nelson (bass/vocals), and Jacob Wick (drums) – talk about This Album Does Not Exist, they assume a collective tone of considerate existentialism. They seek to counter the crassness of pop, the snobbery of jazz, and the pretention of indie that zaps the fun out of music with meaning. Yet, they want to draw you in, indiscriminate of taste, style, or ideology.
"Nothing exists by itself," muses Wold. "Everything in your mind is created in your mind and you see the world through that lens. Everything has a subjective reality in addition to an objective one, especially with music and art. So on this record, we're toying with that idea of existence and nonexistence." Yet, these songs of playfulness come from a place of less – homelessness, joblessness, borderline hopelessness.
So now, after bouts of vagrancy, nomadism, and vigilant attempts at normalcy, Dreamers is committed to its collective vision of artistry, inclusion, and idealism. That's the dreamer MO, after all – to find the joy in living and to chase it.