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.
Soccer Mommy, Evergreen
Sophie Allison’s fourth album digs deeper both poetically and personally as her dozy, conversational vocals and pop-grunge arrangements reach their clearest form.
Better Lovers, Highly Irresponsible
The breathless riffs, ferocious pace, and veteran sense of security that define this debut album from the metalcore supergroup feel like the work of a band desperate to escape their history.
Kevin Ayers, All This Crazy Gift of Time: The Recordings 1969-1973
Composed of the avant-garde songwriter’s first four solo records along with live recordings and other oddities, this collection is a wealth of weird ranging from pastoral freak-folk to circus noise.
Kurt Orzeck
It’s goodbye low budget, hello high society on Best Coast’s third full-length “California Nights.”
On the Kentucky band’s seventh album “The Waterfall,” the guitars are so few and far between that the band’s metamorphosis from garage gods to production wizards is nearly complete.
The famed visual artist discusses his avant-garde progression with art by way of virtual reality.
“Edge of the Sun” is what fans were clamoring to hear while sitting patiently through Joey Burns and John Convertino’s well-received but incredibly melancholic recent releases.
Reptar is an unfortunately named band that usually has enough tricks up its sleeve to be forgiven for it. But not this time around.
Far too often, words like “trippy,” “spacey,” and “acid” pepper descriptions of Moon Duo and guitarist/singer Ripley Johnson’s better-known band, Wooden Shjips.
The transitive property of congruence is hard at work in David Cronenberg’s newest film Maps to the Stars, which could…
While nothing on “Circus” is revolutionary, it sure is entertaining.
Like Conan O’Brien’s hair, Ty Segall is on fire.
Cadien Lake James has some choice words for all you Chicago haters: “I can see into the future / I can see the weather change,” he sings on the first track of his band’s second album.
Following last year’s successes, the Black Angels are staging an encore with Clear Lake Forest, a 30-minute effort that tells stories of executioners and—you guessed it—clear lakes.