Herzog (still the 2nd most underrated band in the country) has a lovely new one out in Fiction Writer. It's the fist-pumpingest thinnest lizziest set they've ever put out, packed with bangable riffs and shoutalong choruses.
They've still got that great talent for simultaneously wearing the hats of rock gods and regular dudes, bountiful and generous and honest; like how you might have wished Weezer had grown up into, like sincere Tenacious D. Herzog wants to take you as high as a Boston spaceship, but it's all more ET than Independence Day - the ship's gonna come down to you and a kind stranger will talk to you face to face and say If You're Alone, You're in Our Band Now, with songs about problems delivered with transcendent energy, a spiral staircase to the sky. That's all a way to say, check out the new album, it's a generous dose of just what you need on the home stretch.
