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.




Photo by Michael Muller. Image design by Gene Bresler at Catch Light Digital. Cobver design by Jerome Curchod.
Phoebe Bridgers makeup: Jenna Nelson (using Smashbox Cosmetics)
Phoebe Bridgers hair: Lauren Palmer-Smith
MUNA hair/makeup: Caitlin Wronski
The Los Angeles Issue

Marissa Nadler, New Radiations
The gothic songwriter’s latest collection of bad-dream vignettes feels like a return to the mold she was cast in as she wrestles with the current state of her country through obscured lyrics.

The Black Keys, No Rain, No Flowers
The blues-rock duo sifts through wreckage in search of meaning and growth on their 13th album only to come up with answers that are every bit as pat and saccharine as the title suggests.

JID, God Does Like Ugly
After 15 years of writing and developing verses, the Dreamville rapper has become a master of the form on his fourth album as he finds resolution and comes to recognize his purpose.
Kurt Orzeck

The Wand frontman’s fourth solo outing confronts American grift culture with hope and a communal spirit, as his backing players seem to prevent him from turning inward and catastrophizing.

The club-ready breakbeats and unrelenting experimentation on the Austin trio’s second LP serve as a deafening clarion call for humanity to get its act together before it’s too late.

The Detroit punks’ sixth album is a consistent, melodic post-hardcore assault, maintaining a relentless pummeling in defiance to the system as much as it is to their recent pop streak.

With his latest LP Autofiction out now, Joel Johnston discusses the headspace he was in as the project came together—as well as when he initiated the project in 2014.

In honor of the band’s recent revival, we also caught up with vocalist/bassist Chris Taylor and guitarist Mike Widman to discuss more pressing matters—such as who shot JFK.

This single-vinyl compendium welds together the two EP releases that preceded the OKC sludge-rockers’ formal introduction to the unwitting masses.

The Queens of the Stone Age frontman assured a fan account that a revival of his ’90s desert-rock band “is possible.”

Toiling away at creating a style all their own for over a decade, the Richmond group’s latest LP exudes a sense of freedom in their doomsday shoegaze sound.

The Singaporean indie rockers’ jangly fifth record proselytizes the beauty of the natural world, providing hope with deliriously catchy tunes that channel ’90s groups like Superchunk and GBV.

The Australian band’s growing comfort performing with orchestra musicians results in a bolder, brighter, more engaging, and more direct album than its predecessor.

The Chicago trio goes deep on the clutch of songs they treasure most upon the release of their third, no-holds-barred studio album.

With Swamp Dogg Gets His Pool Painted now streaming, we spoke with the soul legend about some of the most memorable moments in the career of an artist who’s seen it all.

The third LP from the pigeonhole-proof Brooklyn collective proves just how far they can stretch the boundaries of indie rock with this radically diverse set of songs.

Vocalist Hayden Rodriguez gets candid about the trials and tribulations that preceded the screamo band’s newly released debut for 3DOT, This Bitter Garden.

Regaining the fast momentum with which they released their early material, the instrumental post-rockers’ ninth LP is defined by a meditative feel coursing through the songs’ proverbial veins.

Serving as a refresher course alongside the band’s reunion, this quasi-greatest-hits collection cements Jenny Lewis’ status as an indispensable figure in the lineage of indie-rock songwriters.

The Calgary post-punks couldn’t sound more comfortable in their own skin on their ironically titled fifth album, which seamlessly alternates between joyful and haunting moods.

Andy Falkous walks us through each track on the British post-hardcore trio’s propulsive, attention-demanding first album in over 20 years.

At under 20 minutes, the sophomore album from the endearing Brighton duo is a jolt of punk-rock beauty, blissfully shambolic from start to finish.

The Sprain offshoot’s ambitious hour-long, single-track debut album Motherfucker, I am Both: “Amen” and “Hallelujah”… is out now.