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.
Weezer, Weezer [Gold Album]
The band’s seventh color-coded self-titled release presents their signature nerdish power-pop at its most brutal—all schlocky riffs, thundering beats, and scuzzy guitar tones.
Brandon Flowers, Thrasher
The Killers frontman’s third solo album achieves a past-perfect C&W sound and earnest, emotional delivery when it isn’t weighed down by Springsteen homage.
Lambchop, Punching the Clown
Kurt Wagner’s project returns to its most unvarnished form on his 17th album as he mourns the eerie grace of America’s flyover country through haunting, unadorned arrangements.
Konstantinos Pappis
Alexandra Levy offers another peek into her overflow of creativity with a brief set of songs spanning her career as a songwriter, making it easier to appreciate their subtle contrasts.
The Australian artist’s fifth album houses some of his most brooding songs to date, a mood that strangely sharpens his songwriting without sacrificing his melodic sensibility.
Rather than merely reveling in pop-punk nostalgia on their eighth LP, the Scranton band instead opts to reexamine moments from their past in sharper focus.
The Nashville group’s country-leaning third album is full of nuance, from the sheer array of instrumentation to its affective emotional dynamics.
Flowing out of a period of stillness, Azniv Korkejian’s fourth LP dusts up a world of childhood innocence as it diverges from the folk-pop tradition—and her own catalog—of lovelorn intensity.
The Brooklyn band bring more dimension to their sound on a magnetic second record that’s framed by a mix of analog technology and Y2K aesthetics.
Penetratingly exact and proudly undefinable, Nick Llobet’s first album since expanding the project to a duo adds more definition to the sinewy, searching palette of their previous material.
The cocktail of frustration, insecurity, and lust that courses through the Brighton quartet’s buzzing and adventurous second album mirrors the trajectory of an energetic night out.
Sounding like a band well into their second decade of existence, the London-based dream-pop trio stretch each song on their debut without ever letting them overstay their welcome.
