That’s yer lot for today, I’ll leave you with a load more Twin Peaks links, so that you’re already over the new series 18 months before it even airs.

What do we know about Season 3 so far?

What do the stars of Twin Peaks look like now?

What did the Guardian say about Twin Peaks when it first aired?

And what does Lynchian even mean (musically)?

I’d say it’s probably something like this. Night.

If you’re in Brighton, go see Scottish nu-folk stalwart King Creosote at Komedia.

If you’re in Leeds, you can headbang to hardcore punk supergroup OFF! at the Belgrave Music Hall.

If you’re in Birmingham, get a Rari Workout with Lethal Bizzle at The Institute.

If you’re in Dundee, get sleazy with The Amazing Snakeheads at Beat Generator Live!

And if you’re in London, try not to blow the cover of comedy cop James Acaster at the 99 Club Leicester Square.

Gone Girl, Violette and Dracula Untold are still at the cinema.

But if you don’t have the energy for anything more than vegging out in front of the telly, there’s the concluding episode of Driver, the return of Prof Brian Cox, Obsessive Compulsive Cleaners and The Revolution Will Be Televised, plus The Pride Of Britain Awards, hosted by Carol Vorderman.

Another week, another Pharrell video by a high-profile director. This time it’s Edgar Wright for Gust Of Wind, though sadly the Shaun Of The Dead man has passed up the opportunity for fart-based japery offered by that title.

This is a bit more fun: Tune-Yards singing Real Thing from inside a box of styrofoam popcorn.

You’ve read the Guide cover feature, you’ve bought the album, now finally Caribou have released a video for Our Love. All very classy and poignant but doesn’t quite complement the energy of the track, I feel.

Uh-oh, there’s a new ice bucket challenge in town, and its hashtag is #WAKEUPCALL. Basically, it’s celebs posting bedhead selfies on Twitter in aid of Unicef’s Syria Children’s Emergency Campaign. Can’t be too snark cos it’s for a good cause, but one day maybe we’ll be able to donate to charity without the prompting of humblebragging celebs.

On the other hand, we’ve already learned a few interesting tidbits about various celebrities’ sleeping habits:

Derren Brown proves it’s mind over matter by bedding down in a stark prison cell (he’s probably sleeping on a bed of nails, too).

Tom Hiddleston is too tight to put the heating on, going to bed in a hoodie instead.

Nigella Lawson appears to sleep in a converted barn (pretty classy wallpaper though).

And Hugh Grant had a heavy night…

It’s been ages since the last Apprentice. Just long enough for us to forget how bullying and formulaic the show had become. Ahead of the new series opener next Tuesday, here’s a gallery of this year’s power-suited combatants, all spouting variants on the old “I’m a born winner” battlecry (just before they lose).

You might have heard that Twin Peaks is back. But will it answer all our questions? And how did it influence today’s prestige TV?

The Americans have Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee. Now we’ve got comedians in cabs telling jokes, as part of 4oD’s new online miniseries Taxi Gags. The 12 episodes up so far feature the likes of Tony Law, Celia Pacquola and Henning Wehn.

Some silky smooth beats to help you through the day. Firstly, Kindness did a “bedtime” mix for Annie Mac over the weekend, featuring Björk, Tinashe and one of his own new tunes from the excellent Otherness album, due out next week. Stream it here.

Also out next week: Jessie Ware’s newie Tough Lough. This song finds her edging slowly but surely towards the mainstream.

And in a busy week for grown-up dance music, The 2 Bears have also chosen Oct 13 to launch their new collection of rousing dad-house bangers The Night Is Young. But you can stream it here now.

As you listen, why not read about the clubs that put hairs on The 2 Bears’ chests?

Last week we explained how David Fincher got under the skin of a generation, with the aid of a revealing interview with the man himself. Now an enterprising chap called Tony Zhou has put together this nice “visual essay”, highlighting all of the cinematic trademarks that make David Fincher films distinctly Fincheresque.

As Tony points out, it’s as much about what Fincher doesn’t do: handheld camera work, unnecessary close-ups, moving the camera around. Although he forgot to mention: cartoon flashback sequences, characters who actually like each other, knob gags and turning the light on once in a while.

When the New York Times Magazine asked Stevie Nicks which new band she most wanted to meet for a joint interview, she of course said Haim, because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. You can read the whole interview here, although it’s not especially revealing, except on the decor of Nicks’ Santa Monica home (“…knickknacks including a fairy doll lolling in a crystal goblet”).

While there, the foursome took the opportunity to bash out a version of Fleetwood Mac’s Rhiannon around the old joanna. They chickened out of doing the high bit, though.

Interesting news from the forums of Chris Morris fansite Cook’d And Bomb’d. Following the repeats of Morris’s classic 90s weird-cast Blue Jam, which aired earlier this year on Radio 4 Extra, the same station is planning a three-hour documentary on the great man for late November.

According to the poster:

That’s been in production for ages, and is scheduled to go out as “Raw Meat Radio” at 7pm on the 29th of November. Top producer Sophie Black is starting the first batch of interviews, with Lucian Randall, Paul Garner and Matthew Bannister. Iann Ucci is doing one too at some point, yay Iann Ucci.

Not sure who’s hosting it, but Charlie Brooker was one of the names mentioned.

Should be essential listening. As is this, from 1994.

Morning all. So he really did it. Yes, Sun Kil Moon’s Mark Kozelek made a song called War On Drugs: Suck My Cock. If you’re not aware of the beefing backstory between the two bands then don’t worry, Mark explains it all in the lyrics, along with some bonus sideswipes at The War On Drugs’ greasy hair and how they’ve only made three albums in nine years (the workshy fops. Kozelek typically makes about three a year, although they do all sound a bit the same).

So far the trash-talking has been largely one-way, but surely now is the time for a War On Drugs song called Sun Kil Moon: Kiss My Ass (And Red House Painters Can Do One While You’re At It).