Here we are again – old friends embracing, knowing smirks capturing fond memories. Clash and The Kooks go way back, and there’s lots to catch up on, but something is drastically different. There is a dark cloud hovering, and soon the creased faces flip to concerned frowns.

No Man Is An Island. So says the sticker emblazoned across the steel door of Guillemots’ East-London recording studio, anyway. You can’t deny it’s true, unless your name happens to be Ibiza, but the sentiment may ring especially true for Guillemots frontman Fyfe Dangerfield.

The Breeders

Huddled in the lobby...

Huddled in the lobby of London’s fashionable K West Hotel, where the cream of US pop hang out while in town on promotional business, two genuine rock and roll icons are jerking around like poor, retarded children. Kim and Kelley Deal don’t realise they’re dancing like retards, of course...

Autechre

Disorientating, yes. Elusive, probably.

If prompted to list a selection of synonyms for electronic duo Autechre, it’s quite likely ‘sixty minute live jam’ wouldn’t top the list. Disorientating, yes. Elusive, probably. Intelligent, I dare say. But sixty minute jams? Cock right off.