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.
Saint Etienne, The Night
Over 30 years after their debut, the Vaseline-lensed electro-pop trio still titillates without any consideration of boundaries as they continue their recent shift toward spectral-sounding gravitas.
Daft Punk, Discovery [Interstella 5555 Edition]
Reissued in honor of its complementary anime film’s 20th anniversary, the French house duo’s breakout LP feels like a time capsule for a brief period of pre-9/11 optimism.
The Coward Brothers, The Coward Brothers
Inspired by Christopher Guest’s recent radio play reviving Elvis Costello and T Bone Burnett’s 1985 fictional band, this playful debut album proves that this inside joke still has legs.
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.