Another busy week; busy enough to put me off expending any energy on the ritual travesties of the Mercury Music Prize. Then again, I guess holding out hopes for a Voice Of The Seven Thunders nomination would’ve been more deranged than optimistic; and there have been worse shortlists. Fingers crossed for Wild Beasts, or, indeed, for “critics’ favourites” the XX. Finally playing These New Puritans, as I type…

The guitar icon is set to answer your questions...

Laura Marling and Wild Beasts are also among the nominees

Singer hoping for musical namecheck in writer's novel

Group add extra dates in September and October

The defining moment of this year’s Lovebox – possibly, even, of any festival this year – comes about 10 minutes into Peaches’ Sunday afternoon set. It’s already got off to a colourful start. We’re greeted by the sight of the electro provocateur arriving on stage wearing a head-to-toe coat that appears to be made of raggedy fibres. This is soon dispensed with, and she cavorts in what resembles an S&M bra and panties kit, wearing some kind of gimp mask. So far, so odd. Then it gets really weird. This, it transpires, is not Peaches....

The Grizzly Bear associates’ accomplished first steps in orchestrated, psychedelic pop...

The Boss and the band play on, and on, and on...

Still passionate. Still rocking. But now in some pretty hip company. Yes, Richard Ashcroft is back...

Bassist introduces Liverpool band onstage in Salford