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

Alan Sparhawk, With Trampled by Turtles
Far more mournful than his solo debut from last year, the former Low member’s collaboration with the titular bluegrass band is drenched in sorrow, absence, longing, and dark devastation.

Cola Boyy, Quit to Play Chess
Despite bristling with Matthew Urango’s familiar cotton-candied disco, the late songwriter and activist’s sophomore album also opens the floodgates to everything else he seemed capable of.

yeule, Evangelic Girl Is a Gun
The London-via-Singapore alt-pop songwriter continues to experiment on their fifth album, with the heaviest and weirdest moments also feeling the most authentic and energizing.
Kyle Lemmon

Doug Martsch discusses keeping it fresh after 30 years, his reflective ninth album When the Wind Forgets Your Name, and a quarantine love for The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.

Joe Goddard discusses evolving the spectacle of their recorded output and refining their craft on the band’s eighth studio album.

This remixed odds and ends collection is longer, denser, more disorderly, and less refined than the composer’s solo effort from last year.

These colorful, multilayered songs flow from Noah Lennox and Pete Kember as they avoid the prickliness of other pandemic releases.

On his second album in less than four months, White leans into his softer side, oftentimes overshadowed by his blistering electric guitar solos.

The London trio’s third album is full of hallucinogenic scenes where jazz, prog, electronic, and punk pretzel around each other until it looks like one musical gordian knot.

Nika Roza Danilova also discusses getting to know herself in a new way through her latest collection of gothic songs.

The Real Estate vocalist’s second solo LP can coast by in one moment before jolting you back to bygone days with a sharp turn of phrase or instrumental U-turn.

On his intimate sophomore effort, Strange is thankfully still not settling into one particular style as he soundtracks self-examinations on pained familial histories.

By ramping down the production value, the Swedish songwriter puts a strict focus on the small, captured moments, akin to studying a lover’s face for context clues.

This sixth album often finds a veteran band charging atop vigorous, surging melodies and not being afraid to just lean into the groove again.

The duo’s fourth LP is a multitude of things at one time, and that’s both its downfall and its triumph.

Varying in length, tone, and setting, these 10 tracks sound like a new era for both Carey Mercer’s singing and his backing trio that have pushed him along.

Dan Bejar’s emotionally rumpled pandemic album wanders through a diverse set of genres, requiring the listener to look at it from all angles.

The metal experimentalists work ’90s alt rock and ambient space-rock experimentation into the mix on their fifth LP.

The odd experiments, melodic dead ends, and other outtakes on this compilation are geared toward diehard fans of the monumental 1999 album.

Claire Cottrill’s sophomore effort is a strong footfall out of the music industry quicksand and a way to wash the past and online naysayers away.

There’s nothing too shocking on the duo’s first album in a decade, and there are still plenty of cozy vibes.

This 49-track space odyssey is a precarious and complicated release, like a a laugh escaping the mouth of someone too tired of weeping.

The group’s 11th album is an agreeable, yet predictable, verse-chorus rock album with plenty of pop accoutrements.