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.
Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith & Joe Goddard, Neptunes
Each track on the electronic composer and Hot Chip leader’s debut EP together has a unique rhythmic texture, with the constant theme being a wall of bass that transports you to a celestial space.
New Order, Brotherhood [Definitive Edition]
With one side dedicated to icy compu-disco and the other tied to the band’s beyond-punk origin story, this expanded reissue brings new order to the 1986 curio with live recordings, remixes, and more.
Father John Misty, Mahashmashana
Josh Tillman focuses his lens on death on his darkly comedic sixth album as eclectic instrumentation continues to buttress his folky chamber pop beyond ’70s pastiche.
Jon Pruett
The latest release from the Numero Group chronicles the pop sounds of the African country of Upper Volta in the ’70s.
The Nashville quartet choogle with the best of ’em.
The Long Island brothers practically have glitter in their blood.
The UK duo’s third album in as many years finds them pushing the boundaries of their sound.
Navel-gazing R&B is in high demand in 2016, but Blanco navigates this world like she’s the first person on Mars.
HBO’s new comedy series wandered into pay cable from the dank world of Vimeo.
Partly singing and partly talking, Anika presents an external dialogue of thoughts and dreams.
Everything is aflame on “Operator,” a vigorously aggressive dancefloor party fueled by a jarring punk ethos.
How do you follow up a sixteen-year-old plunderphonic pop masterpiece? With a neon-tinted mixtape.
Uchenna Ikonne on the little-known Nigerian rock scene of the 1970s.
Top Gunn!
The Conogolese rhythm aces’ hypnotic swirl of customized kalimbas and booming, trance-inducing percussion gets smoothed over—but only slightly.
On his third album, Morby continues to carve out a rarefied space.
What’s surprising here is not just how well these two acts sound together, but the heretofore-unknown third element that arises when they combine.
It’s an endless rush of sugar and data.
The band, a riotous mixture of Crazy Horse and The Dream Syndicate, excelled at drawing droning, melodic riffs and elongating them into eight-minute-plus excursions on their debut, and “The Rarity of Experience” dives right back in.
The guiding question here: how do you make a nearly forty-minute piece of music comprising only the sounds of a Whirlpool Ultimate Care II washing machine?
Nothing visionary here, but it’s a pleasant enough musical journey with a serious bummer of an ending—hopefully one vindicated by this reunited victory lap.
Imagine a world where pop songs are written on an acoustic guitar, amped up with a beater of an electric guitar, and then fashioned together with duct tape.
“W-X” provides plenty of fodder for hungry minds looking to go deeper into rarefied zones.