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.
Charli XCX, Music, Fashion, Film
The pop star’s guitar-strewn reset is the stuff of savage, searing power-pop with primal, minimalist rhythms and a hint of sleek, sizzling electronics.
The Strokes, Reality Awaits
With their first album in six years, the influential garage rockers have defiantly moved on from slacker apathy in favor of a synthier era defined by an unexpected foray into the political.
Mojave 3, Mojave 3: 1995-2006
The Slowdive offshoot’s five melancholic LPs were remastered to more clearly express Rachel Goswell and Neil Halstead’s vision of hillbilly heartache and dustbowl romanticism.
Jon Pruett
2014. Thurston Moore, “The Best Day”
You don’t need to hear this record for more than four seconds before you realize who is wielding that guitar like a piece of errant shrapnel.
2014. Foxygen, “…And Star Power” album art.
What makes Foxygen’s third album so fascinating is how close they are to falling apart sonically, as if the more delicate songs were one beat away from collapsing into a pile of drumsticks and glitter.
Get Yer Body is originally from 2003, and it’s a sandblasted spin on garage rock with nearly every song clocking in under two minutes.
2014. Adult Jazz, “Gist Is” album art.
The debut songs from this new Leeds-based quartet hover between chin-stroking artfulness and joyful minimalism.
2014. Spider Bags, “Frozen Letter” album art.
Their world is one of blazing ’60s frat-rock with twisted, fuzz-laced psychedelic outros.
This reckless, wayward pop song, with its bright organ flourish (from Martin Phillipps of The Chills), and its dashed-off immediacy still sounds shockingly out-of-time.
