Alright team, I'm done here for today – the day we learned that a Bill Murray speech will always be more inspiring than one from Kanye West.

I'll leave you with a fun cross-dressing video from aforementioned nu-grungers Wolf Alice, who are playing Milton Keynes tonight and London tomorrow. Have fun.

If you're in Manchester, go and see the Flaming Lips at the Apollo. Here's how it went down last night in Edinburgh:

If you're in London, go and see former Walkmen singer Hamilton Leithauser at Bush Hall.

If you're in Dublin, go and see Glasser's out-there electro-pop at The Button Factory.

If you're in Liverpool go and see Chain & The Gang at Kazimier (after reading our interview with charismatic bandleader Ian Svenonius).

If you're in Wolverhampton, go and see Crippled Black Phoenix at The Robin 2.

If you're in Brighton, go and see White Denim at Concorde 2.

And if you're in Milton Keynes, go and see Wolf Alice at the Crauford Arms.

If you can't get to any of those, there's some decent telly tonight. Here's Filipa Jodelka on Channel 4's new niggle-doc The Complainers, while you can also read our previews of Happy Valley, Welcome To Rio and Philip Roth Unleashed… before plumping for the BGT live semi-final. Oh, and Arcade Fire, Wild Beasts, Sharon Van Etten and Kwabs are on Later With Jools.

We all know about the time Bill Murray turned up to a student house party in St Andrews. Well this weekend he was at it again, crashing a bachelor party (stag do) in South Carolina to dispense some generous pearls of wisdom. "You know how funerals are not for the dead, they're for the living?" If you can ignore the braying fratboys, it's another classic Murray moment.

Occasionally brilliant New York indie-pop outfit Twin Sister have changed their name to Mr Twin Sister – no reason given, but it surely can't be an aesthetic decision – and released a chewy, synthy new track called Out Of The Dark:

Here's the debut single from Hel, Sweden's answer to Odd Future (yes, Sweden have an answer to Odd Future):

And UK footwork advocates Addison Groove and Scratcha DVA are working together. Here's the brief but perky evidence:

If you're looking for something invigorating to listen to while you read this nonsense, Four Tet is currently DJing live on NTS radio until 4pm, with special guest Joe Goddard of Hot Chip/Greco-Roman fame.

Today, Radio Times launched its poll to find the greatest children's TV character of all time. What, you might think, could be cuddlier and less controversial than indulging in a bit of hazy nostalgia to consider the most enduring animated icons of your childhood?

Except Radio Times' poll has serious flaws. For a start, this isn't an open ballot – the magazine has pre-selected a shortlist of 50 names, from which there are major omissions: no Henry's Cat or Flumps – yet high-profile broom cupboard goons Edd The Duck and Gordon The Gopher both make it onto the ballot. And of the contemporary names, how in Pingu's name does the irksome Tree Fu Tom get the nod over Waybuloo?

Comic book interloper Dennis The Menace somehow makes it on there for his unloved 90s TV incarnation. And you can't vote for individual names from the likes of Trumpton or In The Night Garden, making this more a vote for 'favourite show' than 'favourite character'. Even my 12-month-old daughter knows Iggle Piggle is a dude, whereas the tedious Pontipines aren't worthy of breathing the same air.

For various reasons, this is a BBC-only poll, so you can't even vote for Danger Mouse or Zippy from Rainbow. Fix!

If the electoral commission gets wind of this, they are sure to declare it null and void.

Sometimes I think we're stuck in a permanent 2012, what with everyone talking about Game Of Thrones, Twitter and Andy Murray. But nothing exacerbates that feeling more than seeing that bloody Snickers ad for the 587,000th time. I can recite the whole thing off by heart, in my sleep – and its stilted locker-room banter doesn't get any more plausible. Who gets so irritable when they're hungry that it becomes a noticeable pattern of behaviour for fellow 5-a-side players? And who the heck carries chocolate bars around in their kitbag for such eventualities? It's nonsense.

I just checked on TellyAds.com and the Snickers diva ad was first logged in January 2012. That's 28 months ago! Why haven't they made a new one? Was Joan Collins really that expensive? It can't still be working. Personally, I haven't bought a Snickers bar for ages – and I'll continue to boycott all Mars Inc confectionary until this advert is finally removed from our screens. Who's with me? And which other bafflingly persistent ads needs also need to be culled while we're at it?

Bat For Lashes' Natasha Khan has just designed a new line of luxe sportswear for YMC, which you can see her model in the video below. Not sure I'd wear those sweatpants, but the music – an unreleased collab with Beck – is very pleasant.

Turns out it isn't the first time Natasha's collaborated with Beck. This lovely track from 2010 completely passed me by, probably because it appeared on the soundtrack to one of those Twilight films I have so assiduously avoided.

Lana Del Rey's new album is out in three weeks. This is what the cover looks like – it's not a great departure from Born To Die, TBH:

Here's a track from it, called Shades Of Cool:

And here's a live performance of the title track. Not sure she's going to win over any more feminists with this one, which quotes from The Crystals' dubious 1963 song He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss).

Presumably Lana didn't sing this, or indeed track 9 from the new album (Fucked My Way Up To The Top) when she performed at Kim and Kanye's wedding over the weekend.

You've got to be careful with wedding songs. Woe betide the DJ who drops Kanye's own Golddigger. I once attended a wedding where the band played the country ballad Long Black Veil, which may be the least appropriate wedding song ever (it's about a guy who goes to the chair for murder he didn't commit – he refuses to use his alibi because on the night of the murder he was shagging his best friend's wife). Luckily, nobody seemed to notice. I think they're still together.

Well, this is rather good. A chap called Ben Dawkins has made a short film inspired and soundtracked by Burial's epic 2013 track Rival Dealer, using the song's already pronounced narrative arc as the framework for his own complementary story about a harrassed London drug dealer. Think Drive, with a spectral UK garage soundtrack.

In fact, to commiserate about the lack of Seven Kingdoms action this week, Sky sent us a box of Game Of Thrones tissues. Bit random.

Surely though, this should be the inspiration for a torrent of GoT/tissue-related gags? Except we can't think of any good ones right now. Over to you…

No new Game Of Thrones episode to dissect this week, so instead here are marijuana ambassadors Seth Rogen and Snoop Dogg sharing a doobie, trying to do an English accent (to be fair, Snoop's efforts are no worse than Aiden Gillen's) and wondering why the only black dudes in Game Of Thrones don't have dicks. OK, there's Davos's pirate mate and the fat guy they locked in a vault in Qarth. But they've got a half a stoned point.

SPOILER ALERT: If you're not fully up-to-date with goings on in Westeros, don't watch this.

Morning all. In case you were too repulsed by Cristiano Ronaldo's greasy torso to notice, a new Adidas advert premiered during the Champions League final, soundtracked by a snippet of a new Kanye West track called God Level.

Hudson Mohawke then took to Twitter to confirm he'd co-produced the track, alongside Yeezus alumni 88keys, Mike Dean and Noah Goldstein. Which could suggest that Kanye's going down a similar path with the Yeezus follow-up – or that God Level is just a Yeezus offcut...

Equally exciting news from Hud Mo's Twitter feed – he's working with New York synth lord Oneohtrix Point Never: