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

Bruce Springsteen, Tracks II: The Lost Albums
This new box breaks down seven well-framed sets of sessions spanning 1983 to 2018, essentially designed as full-album capsules of mood previously deemed unfit for canonization.

Gelli Haha, Switcheroo
The songwriter’s debut is carefree, sleazy, fundamentally arresting dance music—a multi-sensory circus serving to wallpaper the halls of dance-pop history with neon, acid-tinged nonsense.

Wavves, Spun
The LA band’s eighth LP eschews distortion in favor of a cleaner pop-punk sound that both spotlights Nathan Williams’ songwriting chops and dulls the project’s compelling eccentricities.
Nevin Martell

Armed only with a dog-eared Neruda paperback, a bottle of Pepto, and their insatiable appetites, and writer and a chef make their way around Chile.

The Charlatans UK / courtesy of the band
“Enduring” is the word that comes to mind when thinking of Manchester mainstays The Charlatans UK. Over the more than…

Ride 2015 header / photo by Piper Ferguson
Andy Bell and Mark Gardener of legendary shoegaze-defiers Ride reflect on the band’s past and look forward into its future.

Sharon Jones / 2014 / photo by Kyle Dean Reinford
2014: In which the soul legend beat cancer, headlined The Apollo, sipped tequila with Andy Cohen, and (finally) got a Grammy nom

In a way, this We Are the (Indie) World get-together is a fitting summation of Beck’s entire career. It flits from one fascination to the next, never stopping long enough to take root.