You Need to Check Out Lorde's New Album and More This Weekend

Looking for some stuff to catch up on this weekend? Whether it's TV, movies, books, or anything in between—VICE has you covered. Read on for our staff recommendations on what to take in during your downtime:

Lorde! How does she do it? The just-past-teenage pop phenom's follow-up to Pure Heroine has been heavily awaited on a Twin Peaks level, and every single damn single we've heard from it has been absolute fire. My friend heard an advance copy and texted me today that she thinks it's better than Frank Ocean's Blonde. Can you even fucking imagine? -- Larry Fitzmaurice, Senior Culture Editor, Digital

It's been a long, tired, sad, and angry week and the only thing that has kept me in relatively good spirits is Samantha Irby's new essay collection. It's the perfect antidote to the constant onslaught of bad news: It's original, clever, and absolutely hilarious—while reading it, I experienced that shoulder-shaking stifled laughter that makes people move away from you on the subway. We Are Never Meeting in Real Life is a pure delight, with essays that range from an absurdist Bachelorette application, to a true story about shitting herself on the side of the road, to the most pitch-perfect and relatable description of compulsive spending habits after a childhood of growing up poor. Irby is my favorite kind of writer/comedian: She's smart as hell, but it always sounds like she's just chatting with you over drinks in a bar. -- Pilot Viruet, Associate Culture Editor

Robin Pecknold's first album with his band Fleet Foxes in six years is a tough one. Gnarly, ornate, and challenging, it's light years away from the beatific folk that he made his name on back in the late 2000s—but watching him evolve as an artist has been nourishing, and anyone with a hunger for music to sink his or her teeth into will find plenty to admire. Read my profile of Pecknold here. -- LF

Oh, Hello on Broadway might be the most specific inside joke in years: a recurring sketch from Nick Kroll's underappreciated Kroll Show starring two old, culturally insensitive, and possibly felonious Upper West Siders turned into a two-hour Broadway stage show. Don't worry, though: You don't have to have binged on Kroll Show to get it (but, why haven't you binged on Kroll Show yet?). The Netflix special—a taping of a show from Kroll and John Mulaney's Broadway run last year—is profane, bizarre, and even a little bit sweet, at times. Tuna not included. -- LF

Everyone always talks about how goddamn nice people are on this show. And they are, but fuck that. It's not why I'm here to talk to you about this British reality TV institution, the latest season of which hits PBS tomorrow evening. I want to point out that British people, as ever, are eating a bunch of shit that sometimes looks absolutely disgusting. Sometimes it looks good! Like the cakes! And the cookies! And then sometimes they make an olive marmalade sandwich with rosemary cream and avocado jam (something I made up), and my non-British sensibilities make me want to wretch. British bakers… wyd? -- LF

I didn't see this movie yet, but I have witnessed Lucia Aniello's talents on Broad City and the underappreciated Time Travelling Bong, so I'll likely see it. BC's Ilana Glazer is in it, too, and that's dope. Also, my friend—the same one who loves the Lorde album more than Blonde—went to the premiere this week, and Zoë Kravitz was there. And hey, she's in it too! And some actress named Scarlett Johansson. I think she was in a Marvel movie? Idk. She seems promising. Five bags of popcorn and two sodas. -- LF