So I have this friend who is pretty much the indie rock grinch. You can throw on the newest.freshest.latest and heâ€™s all BAH! INDIE BY NUMBERS!! Off with its head! Itâ€™s a battle you canâ€™t really win. If he hears so much as a hand clap, a trace of irony, or god help you, whistling â€“ itâ€™s over. Enter exceedingly indie, uber DIY, outer-borough band (specifically: Brooklyn, Queens): Takka Takka. Hand clapping? Oh yeah. Whistling? Totally. Irony? Much. And theyâ€™ve got a country twang thatâ€™s not living in Mississippi. They are the arch nemesis of my hater friend. But that is his issue, not mine. Despite some musical tics that might seem a bit obvious, thereâ€™s just something about these boys that resounds with me. Itâ€™s a kind of clapping that I can get down with clapping along with. And who doesnâ€™t like something catchy to whistle along with. Indie by numbers, itâ€™s possible, but Takka Takka are also doling out some solid, catchy pop too. And after forming a veritable trifecta of oddness when they joined forces with Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Architecture in Helsinki for a recent tour, the proof is in the pudding â€“ silly/weird/random can be some good stuff.