If you’re in Manchester, go and see Japanese psych sensei Acid Mothers Temple at the Ruby Lounge.

If you’re in Brighton, go and see rowdy flower-punks Black Lips at Concorde 2.

If you’re in Edinburgh, take a break from the comedy with screening of Miles & War, a fascinating-looking documentary about conflict mediators, at the Edinburgh Filmhouse. It’s followed by a Q&A with the director and one of her subjects.

If you’re stuck at home, the telly offers Indonesian pilots, Russian princesses, sex masters and everyday miracles.

Of course, if you’ve got tickets to Kate Bush, then I remain eternally jealous. Especially if she plays this:

Pure chills, despite the clammy Wogan intro.

That’s all from me, Gwilym and Lanre will be keeping you diverted tomorrow. Do join them. Byee.

Thanks to Numbers affiliate SOPHIE and the mysterious PC Music clan, overbearingly cute K- and J-pop-influenced dance music is having a bit of an internet-hipster moment. Now SOPHIE and PC Music boss AG Cook have pooled their resources for Hey QT, an infuriatingly catchy number that comes across like Daphne & Celeste in the happy hardcore tent. Massive earworm!

If however, you’d like to hear some music from actual teenage girls, rather than grown men pretending to be teenage girls, here’s the new single from Brazilian baile funk trio Pearl Negras.

Over at Wired they’ve been having fun with emojis, creating emoji-bios for some of our favourite TV and movie characters.

Here’s what Walter White’s story looks like reduced to a series of smiley phone symbols.

Guess there’s not a handy emoji for looking on guiltily while your partner’s girlfriend chokes on her own vomit, but otherwise not bad – the pollos are a nice touch.

Similarly, this Cersei Lannister emoji-bio is lacking a handy “incest” symbol but apart from that it’s got her licked.

See if you can guess the rest here.

Sick of mainstream pop videos which only seem to consist of annoyingly good-looking people parachuted into a gritty location and/or twerking? Well, here are three rather artier promo vids, showing what you can do when budget is limited but imagination is not.

London technopop chap Ghost Culture appears to be rushing to catch a gig staged in the large intestine of a giant plasticine human.

Electro-shoegaze types Bear In Heaven, meanwhile, are trapped in an old PC adventure game where they haven’t finished building all the levels.

Finally, tenebrous indie-gloom trio Esben & The Witch have been pranked by mischievous yokels who keep telling them there’s a pub just over that hill…

Sun Structures, the recent album from Kettering psychedelic dreamers Temples, was a throughly agreeable listen but lacking somewhat in bite and personality. However, that made it ripe for the remixing; Beyond The Wizard’s Sleeve (AKA Erol Alkan and Richard Norris) have taken up the challenge, giving the whole album a cosmic disco overhaul.

Sun Restructured is out in November, and this is the first somnambulant taster.

Time for a smooth R&B interlude. First up, here’s diva-in-waiting Tinashe with her nicely understated new single Pretend, featuring A$AP Rocky.

And following his fret-frotting performance at the VMAs, Usher has snuck out a new Mike Will Made It-produced track called Believe Me.

So apparently Chris Evans has been approached by Channel 4 to revive “zany” 90s chatshow TFI Friday, initially for a one-off 20th anniversary edition but potentially for a whole new series. Understandably, Evans is “bang up for it” but whether or not the viewing public share his enthusiasm is open to question.

Of course, it’s fashionable to dismiss the show now as the nadir of boorish Britpop bullying, responsible for prolonging the careers of Reef and Ocean Colour Scene, but if you were over the age of 13 in 1996 I’ll bet you tuned in every week. Not sure how many of it’s regular features would sneak past the PC police in the Ofcom-fearing 2000s, however.

On the other hand, I’d happily watch more episodes of Shaun’s Shop.

The Emmys are a notoriously dull ceremony, prone to handing out gongs to comedies that most people stopped watching years ago, like The Big Bang Theory and Modern Family.

You can read some more respected Guardian journalists arguing about who should have won what here and here. Otherwise, all you need to know from last night’s love-in is that Bryan Cranston snogged Julia Louis-Dreyfus…

…Gwen Stefani mispronounced “The Colbert Report”…

…and Sofia Vergara was paraded as some kind of human trophy to distract leering men from the boring bits, like on a 70s gameshow.

Turns out Beyoncé’s sloganeering was all for nothing.

In case you have too much of a life to check your Twitter feed over a bank holiday weekend, here’s what happened at Sunday’s MTV VMA awards.

Having caused a moral panic at last year’s ceremony by foam-fingering herself in the vicinity of Robin Thicke’s crotch, Miley Cyrus chose to reveal her social conscience by sending up a (suspiciously handsome) homeless teen to collect her award, to raise awareness for a homeless centre in LA. Although Miley couldn’t resist mugging tearfully at the lip of stage, just to let you know how much she cares.

Sticking with the serious tone, Common made a speech about Ferguson…

…and Beyoncé performed in front of ten-foot letters spelling out the word FEMINIST.

In this climate of worthiness, Nicki Minaj’s bottom-heavy performance of Anaconda couldn’t help but look a bit crass. Maybe she should have scrawled a message of support to striking fast-food workers across her arse-cheeks.

Carnival airhorns stashed away for another year, it’s back to the business of providing faintly droll commentary on various pop-cultural goings-on. But before we get stuck into the latest round of celebrity backslapping, here’s the reliably jangly Real Estate covering Paper Dolls by proto-punkers The Nerves for the B-side of their new 7” (out today on Domino).