Welcome to The Weekender, where I gather up the records, movies, shows, books, and assorted internet detours I think are worth carrying into the next couple of days. Consider your weekend sorted.
Included in this week’s roundup:
two brand-new albums that will be on repeat for the foreseeable future
a record no one seems to be talking about, so I will
one very fuzzy excuse to spend the weekend on the patio
my deepest crate-digging pull in a while
a great, mostly unseen live set from an artist about to level up
the most fucked-up movie I’ve seen all year, somehow also one of the funniest
a long-running comedy still pulling off dumb jokes beautifully
a very good reason to revisit one of my favorite writers
and a longread that gets at why discovering music feels increasingly broken
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