Dr. Dog was a formative band for me, and I’m sure for many of you. The Pennsylvania psych-rockers showed up during the point in my college career when their grungy existentialism felt like it was ripped from my own heart, and their devotion to close-knit harmonies and layered guitar noise stomps were the ideal soundtrack for aimless night drives. I loved Dr. Dog because they dealt with things like impatience, apathy, grief, hopelessness and shame–not topics that necessarily turn you into an overnight success. But they remained true to their roots and their sound throughout–even releasing a new album this February called The Psychedelic Swamp. It sticks to their formula–one that their diehard fans continue to love and support.