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

My Morning Jacket, Z [20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition]
Remastered and padded out with 14 outtakes and demos, this reissue of the Louisville band’s fourth LP celebrates their breakout moment of glorious, cosmos-reaching rock music.

Perturbator, Age of Aquarius
Vocals from Ulver, Alcest, and Author & Punisher help James Kent thrust his darksynth project into lightspeed as it comes closer than ever to a full-fledged band’s sound.

Tame Impala, Deadbeat
Despite finding inspiration in house music and the birth of his daughter, Kevin Parker’s fifth album is largely defined by a conflict between past and present.
Carrie Courogen

The songwriter discusses the importance of sharing women’s stories and how her first album in over a decade grew from the soil of her 1993 debut.

The Japanese director talks about his English (and French) language debut.

Based on a true story written by Shia LaBeouf while in rehab, the film was both triggering and cathartic for the creative team.

The actor’s fourth book of photography takes the viewer on a road trip through middle America.

The indie King of Slack just released an electronic album, but assures us he’s still the same person.

The Japanese band is rocketing into the West with a full-blown stylistic vision firmly in place. And that vision doesn’t include any preconceived notions of what it means to be “cute.”

The group’s debut—and the riot grrrl movement at large—feels more vital than ever.

Lindsey Jordan’s first full-length has no shortage of adolescent angst—she’s only nineteen, after all—but the indie rock prodigy is maturing fast.