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

Mister Romantic, What’s Not to Love?
John C. Reilly’s latest role as a lonely vaudevillian singer of Great American Songbook standards sees him unwrap each melody and lyric without irony or snarky dispatch.

Matmos, Metallic Life Review
Composed entirely from the vibrations of metal objects, the compact experimental duo’s new anticapitalist allegory is as unique a prospect as a fingerprint.

Turnstile, Never Enough
The Baltimore hardcore collective distills and expands the essence of their breakout 2021 LP, leaning into the tension between explosiveness and a resulting uneasy stillness.
Margaret Farrell

“Aviary” walks like a duck and talks like a duck, in album terms, anyway, but the more you pay attention, the less it fits in.

The music industry, like history, repeats itself, which is why Greta Van Fleet feels deceptively refreshing—at least to talk about.

The American rap group—or boy band, if you ask them—have found the right balance of vulnerability and abrasive freneticism.

“Sweetener” is a pop remedy for anxiety, while also explicitly detailing its crippling nature.

Ross from Friends’ debut indulges in humor and the minutiae of legacy, handling the details with care.

“Hive Mind” solidifies The Internet’s sound as a newly formed molecule, sharing skills and attributes like electrons in a covalent bond.

More playful than cannibalistic, Jenny Hollingworth and Rosa Walton want you to join them in the supermarket of their dreams.

Parquet Courts are practicing a kind of self-care: the self-care of rebellion, of questioning, of not taking things at face value.

Tinashe is confident and proud, but at the end of thirty-six minutes there doesn’t seem to be a clear understanding of who she is.

A hodgepodge of contemplations on love at its best and worst.

Over fortified vocal harmonies, punching rock drum beats, and growling guitars that ring like fire alarms, Dream Wife have conceived a pointed but fun debut.