This Oregonian 38-year-old, perhaps best known as the "Him" to Zooey Deschanel's "She" (who guests here), hasn't reinvented any wheels with his seventh album.

With many of the Premier League's top clubs already out of the Cup in previous rounds, the FA Cup sixth-round draw has been kind to the remaining leading clubs, with Tottenham, Liverpool and Chelsea all receiving home draws – although the two London sides have replays to negotiate first. Liverpool and Spurs have been named as the bookies' favourites, followed by Chelsea, who have yet to guarantee their place in the sixth round.

After a 15-year hiatus, the "classic" line-up of Dayton, Ohio, lo-fi veterans reformed in 2010 for a year-long tour, culminating in this new album of 21 songs with titles such as "Doughnut For a Snowman".

Before recording this year's acclaimed album D, the prolific White Denim snuck into drummer Josh Block's home studio one last time to initiate second guitarist Austin Jenkins into the band.

If ever a night was suited to the cathartic strains of Glasgow's premier instrumental rockers, it was this one.

Stuart Braithwaite (vocals, guitar) and Barry Burns (guitar, keyboards) are members of the Scottish post-rock five-piece Mogwai. The group, who formed in Glasgow in 1995, released their seventh studio album, Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will, in February. Their “Earth Division” EP is released on 12 September

She's on the cover, smirking in front of an old map: a naughty sea god(dess) in a Cruikshank cartoon. Which somehow suits the discursive post-folk rompery of the music: highly arranged, wordy as an Elvis Costello song with larks taking the place of bitterness.

On the intriguing Teeth + Teeth = Teeths, Leeds combo Trumpets Of Death investigate a niche, but potentially fruitful area where traditional folk music rubs up against avant-noise, post-rock textures.

Apocalypse is Bill Callahan's best release in some while, sustaining a unity and intimacy of mood throughout. A Western song-cycle, it opens with Callahan as the "Drover", herding cattle and exulting in his "wild, wild country".

It's sobering to realise that Mogwai have now been on the scene for 15 years. No longer the Blur-baiting noisenik upstarts, they're probably now the elder statesmen of the entire post-rock movement, and they have the pattern baldness to match.

The warm-up act was only half joking when they said they'd been asked to play their set twice to fill in as a snow-impeded Jon Spencer Blues Explosion raced across London. More than an hour after they left us, the audience was decidedly tepid. So it was lucky that when JSBX finally turned up, their menacingly synthesised New York sound soon sent the temperature gauges soaring.

Google "Patagonian rat" and you mostly get pictures of people smoking weed.

A figurehead of US indie before his untimely 2003 death, the man dubbed "Mr Misery" may need no introduction to many, but any re-affirmation of the singular vision beyond the sensitive stereotype is welcome nonetheless.