What opens up with a wash of distortion gives way to martial beats and pointillistic percussive latticework of post-punk guitar on The Dodos’ latest. This indierock duo shows flashes of prog complexity and moments of machinelike Krautrock solidity, but the defining element is the inventive drumming. Few rock bands have so successfully synthesized the fundamentals of complex West African rhythms. The Dodos somehow always sound like much more than two people. There’s an elegant tension in these songs between force, speed, space and flow. Billowy vocal lines get draped over coiled and lopsided rhythms. Listening to Individ, one sometimes thinks that perhaps The Dodos are being winkingly retro in that it sounds like a few very good bands from 2005 or so, bands like Mazarin and French Kicks, bands that, like The Dodos’ namesake extinct bird, have disappeared or gone dormant, but are still worth thinking about.