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.
Morrissey, Make-Up Is a Lie
It isn’t always hard to trick ourselves into remembering Moz as he once was on this return-to-form solo LP as he matches mischievous observations with a winning brand of melancholy pop.
Bill Callahan, My Days of 58
Well-observed, a bit absurd, and wholly singular, this “hobo stew” permits each instrument and each musical idea to embrace Callahan’s discursive lyrical and structural style.
Flying Lotus, Big Mama
A hodgepodge of electronic textures, genres, and styles, the artist’s proper debut for his own Brainfeeder label feels improvisational despite its meticulous craftsmanship.
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.
