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

Billie Marten, Dog Eared
The British indie-folk songwriter’s fifth album is aided by a full-band even in its most personal moments, as Marten reflects on indelible scenes from childhood as seen through adult eyes.

Flooding, Object 1
The Kansas City trio ushers in a new kind of tenderness with an EP running the gamut from slowcore to screamo, one that’s vulnerable and violent and completely captivating.

Clipse, Let God Sort Em Out
Paired with familiar high-gloss minimalism courtesy of producer Pharrell Williams, Pusha T and Malice’s first album in 16 years stands up fairly well as an assured re-up of their rap powers.
Sean Fennell

“How Many Times” is pristine—you half expect the record to come with 3 fingers of bourbon and a cool summer breeze.

Merrill Garbus on the uncomfortable conversations and creative choices that characterize the band’s fifth album.

The band’s 7th LP is a wily repurposing of former selves while, at the same, whittling away what no longer fits.

The London songwriter is able to achieve a collision of cool and gut-wrenching that is all her own.

The Muncie Girls songwriter finds much more fertile ground in the internal on her solo debut.

This self-titled LP is a record of hits, misses, and left-field bangers—but it’s Shamir’s and Shamir’s only.

Alicia Bognanno’s third LP benefits from a newfound willingness to let go.

The band pick at every scab they’ve developed during their arduous last twelve months.

Isbell’s seventh album works best when it exists in the vagaries, where the lines of fact and fiction mix.

“MaDLO” is full of holes, but wholly unique.

“Loves” sees a veteran artist sauntering along his creative borders with glee.