It's Friday. We're feeling pretty epic. See you on Monday for more pop culture thrills.

Here's the brand new issue featuring Future on the cover, an interview with Lukas Moodysson about his new film We Are The Best, a profile on NYC hip-hop trio Ratking and Dappy's latest neck tattoo. Available in all good newsagents tomorrow, y'all.

According to the Guardian insiders, it really is amazing. Only one week to go, fans.

Like a cross between Brian Cox and Jack Whitehall, because that's only comedian under 30 that I can think of right now, watch young comedian Liam Williams walk up and down some rubbish high streets as he ponders the meaning of the world.

Watch the rapper dress up like a 1970s news reporter and hit the Hollywood Boulevard to ask people what they think of him. Funnies ensue. The full beard, swept-over hair and thick-rimmed glasses should be a permanent look, I feel.

Far from having just One Direction (sorry), the world's biggest boy band is hiding a DJ-in-waiting among its ranks. Step forward Liam Payne aka Big Payno (largin' it!) who has 'remixed' their new single, You & I. And by 'remixed', we mean added boshing four-to-the-floor drums and lots of slosh-your-WKD-around euphoric bits. Avicii, watch your back.

Disappointed that there wasn't a Danny Dyer-style promo video to match.

What do you reckon? Could you see yourself shuffling to Big Payno pon da floor? Tweet us your micro reviews.

Some sad news today that author Sue Townsend has passed away. But her infamous character Adrian Mole and his enormously funny musings on teenage life live on.

A particular favourite:

I'm not sure how I will vote. Sometimes I think Mrs Thatcher is a nice kind sort of woman. Then the next day I see her on television and she frightens me rigid. She has got eyes like a psychotic killer, but a voice like a gentle person. It is a bit confusing.

Read the Guardian's guide to his best quotes here.

If you were Peter Serafinowicz pretending to be Terry Wogan doing pirate radio shout-outs, perhaps that's how you'd introduce this radio one-off from jungle pioneers Fabio and Grooverider.

Their special for RBMA Radio sees them talking through the tracks that made their seminal 90s London night Rage what it was – essentially, the place where Chicago house and Detroit techno met breaks, got faster, and birthed jungle, inspiring a generation of electronic music fans.

And here is Peter Serafinowicz pretending to be Terry Wogan doing pirate radio shout-outs. "Hold tight the 117, it's the T-WOG$…"

That should sort out your after-lunch slump.

Thanks to Jeffrey Johns, Wee Man and Steve Cook for these fruity band suggestions (although you're not tricking me into posting the Cranberries…)

As you wolf down your artisan baguettes, why not peruse some other stuff we've written?

Here's Tony Naylor reviewing the week's new tunes.

Read what happened when Sam Wolfson bought a round for adventurous NYC rap trio Ratking.

Or when Harriet Gibsone went for a coffee with cinema's eternal teenager, Lukas Moodysson.

Or indeed when Huw Oliver tracked down Lorde's right-hand man Joel Little.

And Kate's spent a lot of time recently wondering: what would Rust Cohle do? So much so that she has now inhabited the soul of True Detective's enigmatic sleuth and has been doling out relationship advice. (And if you enjoy that, you're in luck – Kate will be taking over from me on Guide Daily in about half an hour.)

Talking of Blood Orange, here's a playlist I made recently to prove that there are some other decent bands with fruits in their name. No, Blind Melon are not included. Because they're awful.

Britain's Got Talent returns tomorrow, and in a bid to up the ante beyond dancing dogs and dodgy lounge singers, they've unearthed this laser-dance troupe called Light Balance who look like they ought to be on tour with Skrillex rather than trying to get a thumbs-up from David Walliams.

Dunno about you, but I'd be pretty impressed by that if I was off my nut at 2am in Shangri La.

While I wasn't 100% sold on the last Blood Orange album, this is unquestionably great: Kindness's remix of Uncle ACE, featuring veteran house vocalist Robert Owens.

Adam "Kindness" Bainbridge has even made a rather touching new video of Dev Hynes showing Owens around his hometown of Ilford. Follow it through to YouTube for a bonus Q&A with Hynes and Owens answering questions like: "Has music ever been a refuge in your life?"

Guy Ritchie's big-budget King Arthur adaptation is back on. It's got a distributor and a release date (July 22, 2016) but no actors attached as yet.

So who should play King Arfur and his mockney knights?

Ray Winstone's surely a shoo-in for the title role: "Oi, Lady Of The Lake – gimme that sword, naaaaaaaah! Who's the divinely appointed king and true heir of Uther Pendragon now?" Etc

Statham as Sir Percival, obvs. Danny Dyer as Galahad. Who else?

Not wanting to make light of Decoding Annie Parker's subject matter – the film's based on a true story about a scientist and a cancer patient who come together to decode the breast cancer gene – but Aaron Paul really does rock some ludicrous haircuts in the trailer.

There's Neil from the Young Ones:

Rick from the Young Ones:

And, um, Vyvyan from the Young Ones (grown out a bit):

Paul's tonsorial travesties aside, the film looks as though it could be decent – Samantha Morton and Helen Hunt are almost always amazing – although the trailer errs on the side of saccharine.

I've always thought the Rock'n'roll Hall Of Fame was a lame idea, typical of Americans' failure to grasp the essential, rebellious principles of rock'n'roll. But to be fair, last night's five-hour induction ceremony in Brooklyn looked pretty awesome.

Joan Jett joined Nirvana to power through Smells Like Teen Spirit:

She was followed by Kim Gordon, who did Aneurysm (bet you thought you'd never hear that one at a major American music industry backslap).

Then St Vincent did Lithium. And finally Lorde – wearing a fetching pink trouser suit – joined the new female-dominated Nirvana to sing All Apologies.

But that wasn't the only highlight. Peter Gabriel played In Your Eyes With Youssou N'Dour. Cat Stevens did Wild World. Carrie Underwood, Stevie Nicks, Emmylou Harris, Bonnie Raitt, and Sheryl Crow formed a supergroup to pay tribute to Linda Rondstadt. Springsteen did the E-Street Shuffle. And Hall & Oates played I Can't Go For That!

Harriet is hastily compiling all the footage from the night into one handy music blog, so I'll link to that when it's up.

Hey-go, let's go. Apologies if this blog reads slightly frazzled this morning, but I've not long woken from an unusually vivid dream in which John Lydon was the world's leading pro golfer. He forced a Masters play-off against that lardy posh critic from Masterchef with an audacious 40-yard putt out of the rough – or out of the gravel, they were on a beach – on the final hole.

This, however, is not a dream: Miley Cyrus singing the Paul McCartney bit from A Day In A Life with the Flaming Lips.