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

Pulp, More
The Sheffield art rock ensemble’s first album in nearly 24 years still maintains their Kinks-y kitchen sink dramatics in opposition to Oasis’ Beatles-like demeanor and Blur’s operatic Who-ness.

Sufjan Stevens, Carrie & Lowell [10th Anniversary Edition]
Padded out with a personal essay, family photos, and outtakes, this re-release of Stevens’ album-length eulogy permits yet another return to the 1980s Oregon of the artist’s memory.

Alan Sparhawk, With Trampled by Turtles
Far more mournful than his solo debut from last year, the former Low member’s collaboration with the titular bluegrass band is drenched in sorrow, absence, longing, and dark devastation.
A.D. Amorosi

Over 20 years since their sole album together, the latest from Yasiin Bey and Talib Kweli never reaches the skies of their debut, or the full flower of the talents of anyone involved.

Nick Cave and Warren Ellis photographed by Charlie Gray.
The New Zealand–born filmmaker’s new concert film hits theaters tomorrow.

In the final quarter of the first season of HBO’s sporting dramedy, we look at one of its central players.

These three all-rarities packages from the Birmingham sonic-collage duo create a cinematic experience from refurbished unused material.

25 titles to keep an eye out for at your local indie record shop this Saturday.

Compiling and curating rarities, and putting them next to newly remastered, raw-knuckled classics, this box set takes the form of something frank and fresh rather than merely ruminative.

The “outlaw cowboy” brings to his game the opulence of a big label with an explosive, evocative production tone crossing Spaghetti Western plains and a mountain range’s open skies.

In contrast with his most incisive work with The White Stripes and The Raconteurs, the first of White’s two planned solo albums in 2022 feels based on the ideas of a man who’s lost without equity and union.

Josh Tillman’s latest release is a record so layered, lush, calming, and dulcet that you hardly notice its frequent aimlessness.

Hunter and his Six are unafraid of dashing their smooth soul with the good grit of the blues and a live-in-studio recording vibe.

This collection of previously unreleased Fillmore East showcases and bonus tracks is the wired, weird epic you didn’t know you needed.

This collection of instrumental-only recordings from the band’s final decade together sounds freer than anything in their avant-punk and post-no-wave past.

The job of this freshly remodeled package is to heighten the stellar, grungy-but-clean studio mix given to the original sessions by Tony Clark and Alan Parsons.

RZA pens a rapier-fast love letter to his heart’s obsession while giving Scratch space to run his jazz.

The Doors guitarist discusses his new autobiography, his band’s Hollywood Bowl concert film, the 50th anniversary of their last studio album with Jim Morrison, and life in “fantastic LA.”

Glasper’s most vocal excursion to date features so many voices that there’s hardly room for his bracing instrumental work.

Origin Story captures the raucous fun of two kids feeling their way through their guitars and their words while guessing at their silly talents to come.

Dogg’s 808s & Heartbreak–inspired soul is characterized by steeliness, a live-band feel, and the past’s traditions of oversexed bravura.

On her first album in a decade, Mitchell lets the delights of vocal harmony and opulent melody with a raw, silken edge shine through.

Mark Oliver Everett is, as always, glad to be unhappy with this spare and soul-strewn 14th LP.