Celebrate our tenth anniversary with the biggest issue we’ve ever made. FLOOD 13 is deluxe, 252-page commemorative edition—a collectible, coffee-table-style volume in a 12″ x 12″ format—packed with dynamic graphic design, stunning photography and artwork, and dozens of amazing artists representing the past, present, and future of FLOOD’s editorial spectrum, while also looking back at key moments and events in our history. Inside, you’ll find in-depth cover stories on Gorillaz and Magdalena Bay, plus interviews with Mac DeMarco, Lord Huron, Wolf Alice, Norman Reedus, The Zombies, Nation of Language, Bootsy Collins, Fred Armisen, Jazz Is Dead, Automatic, Rocket, and many more.
Minnesota Artists United Against ICE, Melt ICE
This gigantic comp album featuring 110 Minnesotan artists raising funds for immigrant communities terrorized by ICE may also happen to be where you find your new favorite band.
Morrissey, Make-Up Is a Lie
It isn’t always hard to trick ourselves into remembering Moz as he once was on this return-to-form solo LP as he matches mischievous observations with a winning brand of melancholy pop.
Bill Callahan, My Days of 58
Well-observed, a bit absurd, and wholly singular, this “hobo stew” permits each instrument and each musical idea to embrace Callahan’s discursive lyrical and structural style.
A.D. Amorosi
The sessions that fill this box are those where Davis left flirty, speedy bebop behind for slow, hard bop.
Like the gluttonous Reagan era in which it was born, the new “1999” is explosively opulent and appropriate for the Trump moment in its excess and mess.
Jim’s son Chris and producer Al Dobbs give their thoughts on the songwriter’s disappearance and why his music lingers on.
In some ways, it’s more like Adam Cohen’s love letter to his father’s artistry than a final statement from the late poet.
Dylan revered the outlaw Cash, and Cash admired the wordsmith Dylan.
Three albums in, Taylor Hawkins and the Coattail Riders feels like a vacation for the Foo Fighters drummer.
The iconic rocker goes home to Detroit for a different brand of shock and awe.
While most legacy rockers are hitting the road rather than bothering to write new music, Young refuses to stop inventing.
While the original albums sounded surprisingly grey, this curation of solo output is hotly in-the-red, remixed and boldly remastered.
Nick Cave moves across his most lush and lovely melodies yet in a voice that burrows deeper than ever before.
The Blondie frontwoman on new memoir “Face It,” how the internet has changed music, and what’s next.
Digging into the brand new Giles Martin re-release of the iconic album on its fiftieth birthday.
After a two-year writing process, the funkadelic Atlanta hip-hop duo’s debut is here in all of its natural glory.
When he’s not writing experimental synth-folk, Roberto Carlos Lange is breaking new ground in the world of collaborative visual art.
The French electronic music duo welcomes you aboard their alien undertaking.
If Iggy Pop hasn’t been free this whole time, who the fuck has?
A cool, cutting chronicler of all things California.
The folk-punk trio’s tenth album is their freest and most existential yet.
On her seventh record, the pop star has gone from playing the victim to taking full responsibility.
The artist born Matthew Urango is a multi-instrumentalist whose punk-rock youth led to his making spaced-out, modern disco.
