Normally, I roll my eyes at thought of attending a show at Terminal 5, the cavernous warehouse that remains one of New York’s few venues for the 18+ crowd. But that wasn’t the case at Dr. Dog’s show this past weekend. Their fans don’t push and shove to get to the front, spilling beer all over you without so much as an apology. Why? Because Dr. Dog’s music attracts the right people.

With seven albums spanning over a twelve year period, Dr. Dog has planted themselves in the rock spectrum, early enough to avoid the “indie” insipidness that seems to blend so many bands into the same pool. They push the limits, and themselves, in order to achieve an authentic sound that can only be found if you travel back about twenty years to the basements of Philadelphia, where members Scott McMicken and Toby Leaman first cut their teeth. Their latest endeavor, B-Room was recorded in the band’s newly built studio, and it boasts their coined psychedelic tendencies in a fresh flair. B-Room and many more albums got the attention they deserve through the band’s lively setlist that left New Yorkers wanting more.

Fortunately, the band’s got plenty of fuel to burn with the next two months booked solid throughout North America and a confirmed slot at Wakarusa where the Flaming Lips, Umphrey’s McGee and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros will all be in attendance. Start saving your pennies.

– Melissa Caruso