That’s another day picked up, wrung out and thrown aside, for it is done. Don’t forget to check the gig guide below if you’re at a loose end tonight, and you’ll be in the capable paws of Kate Hutchinson for tomorrow’s Guide Daily. TOMORROW IS FRIDAY. Yes.

Anyway, I’ll leave you with the latest effort from Canadian producer Ryan Hemsworth. No, not him -

- this dude. The tune’s called Snow In Newark, it features Dawn Golden on vocals, and the video depicts Hemsworth chilling with monkeys and wandering about in the hills and that. It’s pretty soothing stuff. Perfect for signing off with.

Tatty byes.

It’s a chucklesome story that’s been doing the rounds today: Morrissey’s band wore t-shirts emblazoned with [insert category-F swear] Harvest – a swipe at his former label of that name who decided they’d much prefer it if Morrissey went away.

Fuck Harvest #Morrissey pic.twitter.com/pJqvSD6lZV

— José La Rosa (@jose_lr) October 7, 2014

As a rebuttal, Harvest has begun selling knock-off t-shirts with the same slogan on its website.

Touché, Harvest. Touché. That’s all I can say.

I sort of don’t. Never got into the Floyd, me. What do you think? It’s called Louder Than Words and it’s taken from upcoming new-album-sort-of The Endless River, which is comprised of stuff they didn’t consider good enough to end up on 1994’s duffer The Division Bell. Clearly there’s no point at which musicians think to themselves, “You know what? I’ve got enough money. And I’ve got my legacy to think of.”

Anyway, let us know what you think. And sorry for the brief snippets of flame-haired breakfast irritant Chris Evans in the clip. Out of my hands, that one.

Here’s the new trailer for Al Pacino’s next effort – a comedy/drama in which he plays a past-it actor who begins a three-quarter-life-crisis relationship with his friends’ young daughter. Hardly the “I AM AL PACINO” type of performance we’re used to, or the return to form we actually want, but we do get to see the mighty growler off his chops on canine painkillers. So, you know. Every cloud.

The second series might have been baggy in places, lacking the visceral, hypodermic vibrancy of the first, but it was still one of the best things on TV this year. So it’s a shame then that Den Of Geek have just reported there will be no third outing. A Channel 4 spokesperson told the site:

It’s always painful to say goodbye to shows we love, but it’s a necessary part of being able to commission new drama, a raft of which are launching on the channel throughout 2015.

You can read the full story on Den Of Geek here.

It’s not all doom and gloom though - Utopia is getting a US remake remember, with David Fincher directing. As consolations go, that’ll do nicely.

Ok, I may have over-egged the all-encompassing nature of this, but if you feel like braving the weather and venturing out to see some live music tonight then SEE HERE.

If you’re in London, Swedish R&B chanteuse Fatima is putting the swoon on XOYO...

... and LA’s Hopsin is filling KOKO with ferocious, spacious hip-hop.

Brightonians could do much worse that tottering along to Coalition to catch Ghanian jazzmaster Ebo Taylor...

While Guide cover star FKA twigs will be taking her Mercury-nominated electro-R&B to The Trinity Centre in Bristol.

In Birmingham, Marr-approved ethereo-indie tykes Childhood continue their support of the really quite excellent, hookier-than-a-tacklebox album, Lacuna...

... and at The Arts Club in Liverpool, DJ Yoda & The Trans-Siberian March Band genre-mash until them genres canny be mashed no more.

In Glasgow? Be sure to catch superb, nebulous pop duo Sylvan Esso at Nice’N’Sleazy...

Or the spiky geek-indie of Tom Vek at King Tut’s.

For more complete listings check Saturday’s Guide. You know, the paper one. Paper. It’s a format for information conveyance. It’s like an iPad, but the words and pictures stay the same. Ask your dad.

It seems slightly incongruous, what with the sky currently chucking wet stuff all over everything (it’s whomping it down above the Guardian’s offices anyway), but this new Tove Stryke tune is sunshine in aural form: off-beat Ska rhythms, far-Eastern shamisen hooks and sickly-smooth vocals. Cheered me right up this has.

It also, through some shamisen-related Googling, put me onto this absolute wizard. This is apropos of nowt besides it being really good.

Have an ear-butchers at this: a new track from Toronto jazz-funk-hoppers BADBADNOTGOOD. If you found the chic, noir-ish stylings of this year’s III album as annoying as a mosquito in a tent, this will do nothing - NOTHING - to dissuade you of that opinion. If you didn’t, well, you might just like it.

It’s a question that’s been wafting about like a stubborn guff for ages: will Ghostbusters 3 ever actually happen? Dan Aykroyd seemed all for it, but if you look at his career recently it’s easy to see why he would be, while Bill Murray has always shook off the question somewhat, busy and content as he is with being Bill Murray. Then there was the tragic passing of Egon Spengler himself, Harold Ramis, in February. This looked like the end.

Today, the Ghostbusters brand got a new lease of life. Paul Feig – Bridesmaids, Parks and Rec, The Heat – will now write and direct a new Ghostbusters film, only this time with an all-female lineup of Ghostbusters. This is great news.

The Guardian’s own Hadley Freeman picked her ideal lineup of Lady Ghostbusters, and it’s hard to argue with any of her choices. Go and have a look, see if you agree, and then come back? You back? Hello? Hi. So who would be in your ideal lineup? And remember – any “THE GHOSTBUSTERS CAN’T BE WOMEN WAAH WAAH” talk will be met with the response it deserves: me and everyone else thinking you’re an idiot. Or by Sarah Silverman, who’s had just about enough of all that nonsense.

Remember The Strangers? Liv Tyler terrorised by masked man with masked kids in tow? Loosened bowels? A vow never to answer the door again? Well the film’s director, Brian Bertino, is back with Mockingbird, and it looks awful. But in a good way because, you know, it’s a horror film.

View the trailer here

It also sounds like it’s gotten around the “drop the camera you idiot OH MY GOD YOU DESERVE TO DIE” issue with found footage horror films. Here’s a bit of the blurb:

Three individuals each receive an anonymous, unmarked video camera and a horrific ultimatum to continue filming… or die.

Something tells me they’re going to die anyway. The film’s available on VOD now.

First up, how about this from former Meat Boys man, Swedish producer Kleerup. Rock U sounds like the soundtrack to an alternate version of Drive in which Ryan Gosling is actually a nice man; its drippy synths are soothing, its velvetty vocals even more so.

Next up is the first single from preposterous pop-punk portmanteau McBusted. Bravely plumbing new depths of desperate badness.

Now a phone recording of a live gig – not an ideal format, apologies, but this is Ryan Adam covering Alice In Chains’s Nutshell so it’s more than worth putting up with the shonky quality.

And how about this: Alt-J “Alt-Jing” Bill Withers’ Lovely Day. Just sort of works, doesn’t it?

Yes. Last night’s final was watched by over 12 million people – which, if you can fathom it, is even more people than visit this blog – and saw nan-of-the-people Nancy walk away with the coveted, erm, thing, whatever it is, that the winner of GBBO gets. She deserved it too – she brushed the technical challenge aside as easily as Jay-Z brushes muck from his shoulder, before unleashing her pièce de résistance: a looming, monolithic windmill-cake, with an actual spinning windmill. It was spectacular, if, in practice, more difficult to eat than a Doc Martin boot.

So, now Bake Off’s finished for 2014, what now? The tired, saggy dog that is The Apprentice farts its way back into our lives on Monday, but Sugar’s smarm and punching-downwards cruelty seems positively archaic after GBBO’s amiable, floppy-armed edgelessness. The Beeb needs new ideas. I have new ideas. And I pay my licence fee so am entitled to demand they put one of mine into production immediately. I don’t care how many times they escort me form the building or report my emails to the police.

• The Great British Cow Tip-Off – In a similarly bucolic vein to GBBO, The GBCTO would pit the absolute cream of the smut-faced, tweed-clad cowtipping fraternity against one another to crown the undisputed king or queen of toppling bovine. The “tip-off” element stems from the cows being pre-warned of said attempts – adequate crash padding is provided, and cow and human relax together after filming, joshing over tea, crumpets and feed pellets made of reconstituted cow remains. It’s absolutely lovely.
  
• The Great British Sod Off – We Brits are good at little, but one thing we can all agree we excel at is being unnecessarily dismissive to strangers, particularly those seeking some form of assistance or giving something out. GBSO would hone the talents of the most brusque, “I’m sorry I don’t have any change (even though I actually have LOADS)” types that this proud, unified nation has to offer. The Technical Round would assess contestants’ abilities at telling lost foreign tourists to “sod off”, despite the obvious language barrier, while the Showstopper Challenge would display their most elaborate street-crossing techniques to avoid leafleteers. Ratings would be phenomenal.
  
• The Great British Strip Off - This one is actually a good idea. Strippers rarely receive praise from anyone besides the most appalling of men, and the Chippendales are considered quaint, old-hat and a bit daft. These facts are travesties. Let’s celebrate Britain’s love affair with paying strangers to get in the nip while we look at them with a village fete-style contest. Think back-stories. Think a tactically loosened G-string being this show’s Bingate. Think that I might actually be a genius.

Go on, tweet me some suggestions for Great British [something] Offs @guideguardian, or leave your mind-musings in the comments.

The Maida Vale gigs haven’t exactly blown the top off anyone’s domes so far, with Johnny Marr wheezing his way through what we’ll politely call his “nailpolish phase”, to First Aid Kit’s sonorous if soporific croonings. Underworld though whacked out an eight-minute version of Born Slippy, and it still packs a wallop, some nineteen-and-a-half years later.

The Official Charts Company – the most official and company-like of all the charts companies – has revealed top 10 most-streamed tracks of 2014 so far. And, besides the fact numbers 1-10 aren’t all Happy by Pharrell, nothing on it comes as much of a shock. Disappointing, yes, but not shocking, like Sheffield Wednesday losing a game of football.

Number one on the chart is Clean Bandit’s Rather Be, which is now behind Bastille’s Pompeii as the second most streamed song of all time. And if that statistic doesn’t make you want to set fire to music as a recreational concept you must either be the most tolerant entity in all of time and space, or a damn fool.

Anyway, here’s the chart in full for your esteemed ear-perusal.

1) Clean Bandit Feat. Jess Glynne - Rather Be. Preppy.

2 - Happy - Pharrell Williams. Die this song. Die now.

3) All Of Me - John Legend. Scrubs montage pants.

4) Waves - Mr Probz. Hoarse.

5) Pitbull Feat Ke$ha - Timber. Like hearing the sensation of chewing foil.

6) Katy Perry Feat Juicy J - Dark Horse. Terrible. But at least she’s consistently terrible, like the flu, or being punched in the face.

7) Money On My Mind - Sam Smith. Technically, the most prominent thing on his mind is an inexplicable hairdo.

8) Iggy Azalea Feat Charli XCX - Fancy. For some reason, American accent-y. Do quite like this though TBH.

9) Pompeii - Bastille. You’d get a better noise by kicking a sleeping dog. Pronunciation of the word “close” adequate grounds for indefinite imprisonment.

10) Stay With Me - Sam Smith. Quite lovely actually. He still looks like a twonk though.

RDJ is everywhere at the moment – he’s like nitrogen, only much, much richer. His most recent of many recent outings was for a chinny wag with Jimmy Fallon – a fairly standard film-plug chat, in which Arr-Deej was generally suave and and clever and good-looking that. This was followed by a much more entertaining resurrection of Fallon’s Intense Staredown skit.

Was it as good as the one with Jared Leto ?

Or were they both rubbish and only worthy of mention because Downey Jr and Leto are big slebs doing stupid things? I...don’t know. I’ve only had one coffee. I’m incapable or critical reasoning. I’m off to get a coffee.

Wipe that grot from the corners of your eyes, get yourself a strong cup o’ joe and chuck in a pair of headphones – I’m here for the whole day, which means you might as well be too, so keep checking back for timewasting funsies.

Let’s start this fine Thursday with a new – and, if I may say, really rather fine – track from Cold War Kids.

Pretty good innit?