It's the end of another day at the pop culture coalface, during which Julian Casablancas went up in our estimations, Gary Oldman went down, and Her Maj sadly resisted a glaring opportunity to sit on the iron throne and jokingly order the beheading of Michael Gove.

We're off to watch some futile football. I'll leave you with a new track from Souls And Mischief and Snoop Dogg, which harks back to the halcyon hip-hop summer of 1994 (when England weren't even at the World Cup, so console yourself with the knowledge that it has been worse – thanks for that, Graham Taylor).

Yesterday, we asked: should we interview French action movie director Luc Besson, oui or non? You voted in your droves – well, more people than voted in the European elections anyway – and now the results are in:

It's a landslide in favour of Besson, and it looks like we might have to buy his lunch into the bargain. Zut alors! Now we just need to find a big Transporter fan to go and interview him.

So Fargo has finished (for now), but there may be another Coen Brothers spin-off in the works. Apparently, John Turturro – who has a sideline starring in his own quirky comedies – is desperate to make a movie about Jesus, his icky, ball-licking bowling champ from The Big Lebowski.

Ethan Coen isn't keen:

John Turturro, who wants it, talks to us incessantly about doing a sequel about his character Jesus. He even has the story worked out, which he’s pitched to us a few times, but I can’t really remember it... No, I don’t see it in our future.

But Turturro mentioned it again this weekend at the Taormina film festival, saying:

If I can get the permission I need, I'd like to return to that role.

Which is brave, in the current climate, to be making a film based around a pederast ("eight-year-olds, dude") in a skintight mauve onesie. But if anyone can pull it off – ahem – John Turturro can.

Every month or so, Josie Long writes a whimsical and amusing 'what if' cartoon for the Guide. And now she's made a whimsical and amusing 'what if' podcast for Radio 4, in which she discovers the joys of wearing your running shoes all the time, and wonders if she can sell her hair. Listen or download it here.

Evidently it's a lot easier to come up with a witty tribute band name than it is to form a good tribute band.

The only nomination on the basis of quality so far is Rocket Queen, an all-female Guns N Roses tribute band from New York.

Nice soloing. Turns out they're far from the only all-female tribute rock band out there – step forward Lez Zeppelin, Vag Halen and Judas Priestess.

So yeah, keep 'em coming – both good tribute bands and tribute bands with good names.

We're very excited about Cheltenham-born future-R&B singer FKA Twigs here at the Guide, and I think this new song and video amply demonstrate why. 'Next level shit' is probably the phrase you're looking for.

Joining Twigs this week as part of the estimable XL empire are French-Cuban twins Ibeyi. The name means "twins" in Yoruba, the west African language that travelled to Cuba with the slave trade, and in which the sisters sometimes sing. This is their haunting debut single Oya, produced by XL head honcho Richard Russell.

ALSO I want to know your best tribute band names, real or made-up. Here are some I invented for a sadly unused feature about 15 years ago and I haven't been able to top them since: Phoney M, Right Said Fraud, The Charlatan Charlatans and the Erasure tribute band called, um, Are U Sure…

Shout out to The Gimi Hendrix Experience, whom I happened to catch playing a bowling alley in Bristol on Saturday. A lot of tribute bands are so far off the mark its embarrassing, but these guys were properly good. And it's not like they've taken the easy route – clearly it would be a lot easier to be an Oasis covers band. Here's their agreeably funky take on Foxy Lady.

Bristol must be a hotbed of decent tribute bands, I remember enjoying AC/DC clones Hells Bells at the Ashton Court festival years ago.

This is exactly the scenario when a good tribute band comes into its own: you probably wouldn't fork out £60 to see AC/DC at Wembley with a bunch of old, sweaty geezers – and given Malcolm Young's illness, you might not be able to for a while anyhow – but if Hells Bells were playing your local pub, you'd definitely give 'em a spin. After all, a throaty roofer in a flat cap is a throaty roofer in a flat cap. On the other hand, it wouldn't really work for Radiohead.

So what I want to know is: who are the best tribute bands out there? Did you go to Glastonbudget? Got to admit I'm intrigued by Kazabian and Jilted Generation (The Prodigy Tribute)…

The stars of our recent British House Mafia issue continue to churn out summer dance anthems at a prodigious rate. Here's Sinead Harnett guesting on Snakehips' beachy Days With You.

Esben & The Witch, on the other hand, are a distinctly unsummery prospect. The eldritch trio return with a new album on their own label in September, which seems to have given them the impetus to stretch out a little. Steve Albini produces, which is just one of the reasons Blood Teachers sounds enticingly like early PJ Harvey.

And finally, for now, here's a tasty hunk of 60s psych-pop from sometime Ty Segall collaborators White Fence. Jangle on!

Well, that was disappointing. The Queen stared at the iron throne for a while as if wondering why hers wasn't forged from the swords of 1,000 surrendering lords by the breath of a dragon. But would she sit on it for a laugh? No, she would not.

Philip didn't even make any off-colour remarks to Sansa and Ygritte, as far as we could hear anyway.

While she's doing the tour of Belfast-based TV drama sets, I wonder if the Queen's going to visit the hotel room where Gillian Anderson shagged that guy's brains out in The Fall? Probably not.

For some reason, The Queen and Prince Philip are currently visiting the Game Of Thrones set in Belfast, and it's streaming live. Keep watching for Phil to make some kind of terrible gaffe.

Goth-not-goth siren Nika Rosa Danilova AKA Zola Jesus is back with her poppiest song and most air-punching chorus to date. Dangerous Days is from her new album Taiga, out in October on Mute.

Here's something equally uplifting, albeit in quite an intense and overwhelming way for a Tuesday morning: it's new music from Scottish synth-mangler Rustie, foreshadowing his new album Green Language. Apparently, "the album was written and recorded at 4am to the sound of birdsong in a remote location in his native Scotland, influenced by nature, birds and sunrise." Not that you can really tell from this track.

Anushka are a Gilles Peterson-approved duo from Brighton, making soulful, jazzy, bassy pop, a bit like AlunaGeorge or Little Dragon (although dubbing them the "UK funky Lorde", as Gilles does on his website, might be pushing it). Here's a fun remix of their latest single by urban house chap Ossie.

While Julian Casablancas is lurching to the left, Gary Oldman has been living up to his surname and lurching to the right. I guess it's naive to expect all edgy, talented actors to share an enlightened, liberal worldview, but still, this interview with Playboy makes for depressing reading. Here are some lowlights:

I just think political correctness is crap. That’s what I think about it. I think it’s like, take a fucking joke. Get over it.

I don’t know about Mel [Gibson]. He got drunk and said a few things, but we’ve all said those things. We’re all fucking hypocrites. That’s what I think about it. The policeman who arrested him has never used the word nigger or that fucking Jew? I’m being brutally honest here. It’s the hypocrisy of it that drives me crazy.

Alec [Baldwin] calling someone an F-A-G in the street while he’s pissed off coming out of his building because they won’t leave him alone. I don’t blame him. So they persecute. Mel Gibson is in a town that’s run by Jews and he said the wrong thing because he’s actually bitten the hand that I guess has fed him—and doesn’t need to feed him anymore because he’s got enough dough. He’s like an outcast, a leper, you know? But some Jewish guy in his office somewhere hasn’t turned and said, “That fucking kraut” or “Fuck those Germans,” whatever it is? We all hide and try to be so politically correct. That’s what gets me. It’s just the sheer hypocrisy of everyone

At the Oscars, if you didn’t vote for 12 Years a Slave you were a racist. You have to be very careful about what you say. I do have particular views and opinions that most of this town doesn’t share, but it’s not like I’m a fascist or a racist. There’s nothing like that in my history.

Ulp.

Morning all. Loads of new music to burn through this morning, so let's begin with news of Julian Casablancas's imminent solo album with his band The Voidz. It's called Tyranny, and here's why:

Tyranny has come in many forms throughout history. Now, the good of business is put above anything else, as corporations have become the new ruling body. Most decisions seem to be made like ones of a medieval king: whatever makes profit while ignoring and repressing the truth about whatever suffering it may cause (like pop music, for that matter).

You tell 'em, Joolz! Having previously displayed all the political inclination of a particularly well-fed sloth while in the Strokes, suddenly he's hanging out with Cerebral Ballzy and getting cosy with the Communist Manifesto. Good on him, I say.

Judging by the teaser video below, The Voidz look like a rum bunch, all of which means Tyranny is shaping up to be the most interesting album involving a member of the Strokes for at least a decade. Further sticking it to the man, it's available to pre-order on his website for just $3.87.