Stan Robinson’s spectacular at New Scientist is a mini-magazine of the 1980s, including a polemic by Stan himself, reviews & futurological speculations by everyone from Ian Watson to Gwyneth Jones, & flash fiction by many of the core authors of Brit SF. There’s even a review of Margaret Atwood. Very satisfying, although I could have done without the illustrations.
Meanwhile, these relics of the Space Age, removed from their reliquaries, perhaps, to effect miraculous cures of the brand new psychic disturbances afflicting celebrities & shadowy oligarchs etc etc. So Ballardian.
Oh, & speaking of the Space Age: get yourself a satnav now. You know it makes sense.