Earlier this year, I was chatting with an A&R guy I know about the death of indie rock (which, by the way, happened quite a while ago...can't you smell the corpse?) And he said, half-joking "Yeah, I dunno, maybe math rock will be the next thing..."
Then, he laughed.
Then he said "Well, whatever it is is gonna rock really fucking hard, I know that much."
So, anyway, here's No Age, from Los Angeles. Sloppy, fuzzy, spastic, awesome. Like Pitchfork's best writer Brandon Stosuy said in June, they remind one of a life spent away from a computer screen. They played Vera in September and are already signed to Sub Pop.