Druggy like the Stooges, artfully distorted like Dinosaur Jr., and obsessing about the Man like Lou Reed, Kurt Vile is Philly's stoner-rock prodigy, a prophet of damaged beauty and ­DMT-cigarette epiphanies. ''When it's looking dark,'' he drones, ''punch the future in the face.'' Dude, that's an ­awesome way to greet 2012.
Best track: ''Baby's Arms''