With 232 pages and an expanded 12″ by 12″ format, our biggest print issue yet celebrates the people, places, music, and art of our hometown, including cover features on David Lynch, Nipsey Hussle, Syd, and Phoebe Bridgers’ Saddest Factory Records, plus Brian Wilson, Cuco, Ty Segall, Lord Huron, Remi Wolf, The Doors, the art of RISK, Taz, Estevan Oriol, Kii Arens, and Edward Colver, and so much more.




Photo by Michael Muller. Image design by Gene Bresler at Catch Light Digital. Cobver design by Jerome Curchod.
Phoebe Bridgers makeup: Jenna Nelson (using Smashbox Cosmetics)
Phoebe Bridgers hair: Lauren Palmer-Smith
MUNA hair/makeup: Caitlin Wronski
The Los Angeles Issue

Japanese Breakfast, For Melancholy Brunettes (& sad women)
Finding inspiration in Impressionist paintings and Gothic romance, Michelle Zauner’s glimmering and morose fourth album is a modern portrait of being exhausted in your daily yearning.

Young Widows, Power Sucker
The noise-rock trio’s first full-length in 11 years has all the punch and zip of a debut statement, and even feels a degree or two more thrillingly lean than its predecessors.

My Morning Jacket, Is
The Louisville band’s tenth album marks the most cohesive version of their glossy amalgamation of ’70s pop, country, and rock we’ve heard over the past two decades.
A.D. Amorosi

The German music innovator discusses his journey from playing in the original iteration of Kraftwerk to bringing live sounds to Los Angeles’ Intuition Festival this weekend at The Broad.

The Chicago-based soul artist finds the funk in digitized-disco on his third album, radiating a glow only known to those who live life on illuminated dance floors.

Recorded in remembrance of the victims of the Armenian genocide, the quartet’s work with the documentarian-composer is at turns gorgeous, brutal, and awe-stricken.

The Walkmen vocalist finds an exquisite balance of raspy, lounge-lizard crooning and angsty art-rocking on a solo album full of distressed lyricism and black humor.

The pop star’s latest album is chaotic by design, blending elements from across her career to craft something you can dance to, swoon with, and don black eyeshadow for.

Written in dedication to the smoldering spirits of Verdi and Puccini and the bleak words of Byron, the songwriter’s Requiem-Mass dirge doomily portrays death’s gutting solitude.

Remembering the trailblazing New York Dolls singer, who passed away Friday at the age of 75.

On her solo debut, the Mascott songwriter carries on the tradition of vow-busting break-up albums with lush and folky new components added to her band’s indie-pop sound.

Replacing sequenced mechanical instrumentation for blunter analog rhythms, Noah Lennox tunes his ears to the charts on his latest release, which is anything but sinister.

An organic procession from last year’s GRIP, the alt-R&B artist brings more questions of intimacy to six new tracks in addition to reworking three cuts from SEQUEL’s predecessor for maximum sensuality.

Filmmaker Eva Aridjis Fuentes tells us about tracking down the enigmatic “Goodbye Horses” singer for her new doc on the late songwriter’s “many lives.”

Celebrating 30 years of these stark live recordings with lo-fi pop covers from the likes of Current Joys, Casino Hearts, and Brad Stank, this comp overlooks most of the release’s key tracks.

The producer-director talks working with Questlove on the new Sly Lives! documentary, as well as starting production on his yet untitled directorial debut about the late J Dilla.

This 14-CD collection remastering the legendary bass-baritone vocalist, stentorian actor, and civil rights advocate’s work is a crucial cultural tome of both spiritual and earthly sensuality.

This hypnotic, 85-minute opus which Abel Tesfaye claims will be the final statement from his long-running moniker may be his biggest bonfire to his vanities—that is, until it flames out.

On his sprawling fourth solo release, the rapper, producer, and post-soul provocateur—along with his coterie of collaborators—achieves something both memorably melodic and weirdly wired.

Bolder, weirder, and less Pixies-like than his solo debut, this vast collection of contagious pop vibes and oddball character studies remains Black Francis’ finest musical moment on his own.

Recorded at the Swiss fest’s Stravinsky Hall with a seven-piece ensemble, the punk icon crams his deeply expansive catalog into one loud bomb-drop.

With the aid of producer T Bone Burnett and an exciting guest list, the Beatle finds a relaxed fit for his surprisingly modern easy-does-it C&W ballads.

Over 30 years after their debut, the Vaseline-lensed electro-pop trio still titillates without any consideration of boundaries as they continue their recent shift toward spectral-sounding gravitas.