Oct. 25 Dr. Dog w/ Here We Go Magic Waiting Room, 6212 Maple St. 9 p.m., $14 ADV/$16 DOS onepercentproductions.com The throwback sounds of Dr. Dog — dusty as a thrift store vinyl; a melodic marriage of The Band and The Beach Boys whose offspring grew up loving Modest Mouse and Built to Spill — surely rank high among the classic rock-loving masses. The group self-produced and recorded their first few records at their Philadelphia home studio, grasping tightly to analog, i.e. anti-digital aesthetics (hence all that “dust”). But for their latest release, Shame, Shame, they’ve loosened their grip on the past, at least a little, and embraced the direction that an outside producer and a modern day studio provide. I see it as a natural progression for the band: when they left behind upstart label Park the Van for much more reputable ANTI- Records, a cut-and-dry studio album produced by an outsider was sure to follow. These recent moves allowed both the music and career path of Dr. Dog to spiral outwardly into the bigger clubs and gaudy theaters across America, and into more and more iPods and laptops of their growing fan base.