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

Reneé Rapp, Bite Me
The pop star’s big voice and actorly prowess help convince us that the choppy, Sapphic-punkish pop and curt, self-reproaching snipe of her second LP burrow deep into her soul.

$uicideboy$, Thy Kingdom Come
On their fifth proper LP, Ruby da Cherry and Scrim’s usually dense, trap-imbued soundscapes are open and airier, leaving more room for the duo and their guests to misery-wallow within.

Nuclear Daisies, First Taste of Heaven
The club-ready breakbeats and unrelenting experimentation on the Austin trio’s second LP serve as a deafening clarion call for humanity to get its act together before it’s too late.
A.D. Amorosi

The Atlanta rapper has taken up the mantle of prog-psychedelic, live-band hip-hop, and the results are as outwardly wily and avant-garde as they are insular and introspective.

Like a short story writer moving into the novel’s narrative form, the East Coast rapper has figured out how to expand his dreamy sensibilities without losing his intimate sleepy qualities.

The Italian rockers’ third effort is the slick, chic, and over-stuffed meal in which to portray their fullest flavors.

The first EP from Deftones’ Chino Moreno and Far’s Shaun Lopez in nearly a decade never ceases to thrill, even in its quietest measures.

On their second bite-size studio release since 2013, the space-age surf punks are angrier and more propulsive-sounding than in their past, and with that, more bluntly direct in their execution.

This live box set showcases newly made medleys that result in razor-sharp glam-rock cuts with complex melodic curveballs, crushing metal-pop guitar work, and the chemistry of a close-knit, veteran bar band.

The guitarist/vocalist with two new albums examines his time with Nick Cave’s Bad Seeds, The Gun Club, and The Cramps.

20 collections that defy the streaming age.

Padded with interviews and commentary, the real draw of Criterion’s 4K digital master is the inclusion of full versions of the avant-garde films excerpted in the doc.

The guitarist discusses the therapeutic jams of his sophomore solo LP under the outlet Hundred Watt Heart.

30 titles to keep an eye out for at this Friday’s annual post-turkey crate dig.

Beyond its golden coloring reflecting Coltrane’s sunburst spirituality, this reissue highlights the intertwined holy path shared with her late husband conveyed in the cosmic music she crafted in his wake.

This no-fat, all-funk debut EP is like a hard, wet kiss planted unexpectedly on your lips.

The twin neo-metal LPs incorporating bits of blues, country, punk, and classical into their tunes finally arrive together in one large package with three times the bombast.

This 5-LP collection spanning 1981 to 1990 shows that the Sheffield group were way ahead of the curve when it came to the innovations made in the name of future-looking synth-pop.

Mogwai, Man Man, IDLES, and The National are among the artists contributing chilly, distant remixes as part of this historical, 46-song overview of the krautrock duo’s original albums.

It’s the vocal textures and potent poli-sci lyricism that move all the needles on the NYC hardcore innovators’ third and most maximal album.

Capturing the mesmeric vibe and stretched compositional prowess of The Beatles and George Martin circa 1966, this lavish heavy vinyl kit meets the new expectations set by the epic Get Back.

Re-released 21 years after its debut, the producer and composer’s power-pop turn is a decorous affair with a personal and personable backstory.

His first solo album of vocal-based song since 2005 is mostly oddly beautiful and vaguely over-obvious in the lyric department, the latter strange for an Eno effort.