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.
Butthole Surfers, After the Astronaut
The noise rockers’ long-shelved follow-up to Electriclarryland arrives as a fascinating artifact of a band caught between self-sabotage and the lure of commercial pop accessibility.
Sierra Spirit, Rodeo Clown
On her latest EP, the Native songwriter blends personal and ancestral histories with soft-plucked steel string and powwow drumming to create a shimmering portrait of her heritage.
Warning, Rituals of Shame
The pummeling hypnotism of the doom-metal band’s first new material in 20 years still feels perfectly matched to Patrick Walker’s pained howls and Vantablack-hued emotions.
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.
