In 2012, when indie rock runs over with the refuse of corporate branding and polyglot demands, perhaps it's wrong to call the Chapel Hill veterans of Lud "indie rock." But goddammit, it fits: Adding languid Southern ease to songs both subtly snide and sophisticated, hearing Lud is like drinking sweet homemade lemonade on a front porch while reading the most obscure and ponderous tomes of Western philosophy. They're one of the region's great and long-overlooked treasures—classic indie rock with itinerant regional charm. Phatlynx handles instrumental takes of classic rock blasts with house-party verve. Also, Kitty Box and the Johnnys. —Grayson Currin