Though I love T.S. Eliot’s way with words, I have to differ on his insistence that April is the cruelest month. During the time this issue was being readied, that month brought The Rakes back to the States, released both new Doves and Silversun Pickups albums, and gave us another dose of polo ground awesomeness at Coachella. You can’t argue with that. Stay tuned for the music of May, which to us, means more than flowers.