Supernatural drama Being Human is being axed by the BBC after it finishes its current run.

They're putting what in the middle of Trafalgar Square?

There's plenty to enjoy about this first release in ages from the De La Soul camp, concerning the rise and fall of a wannabe rap duo from Queens.

This George Harrison-produced oddity from 1974 benefits hugely from a mesmerising turn from John Hurt as the delusional, furious and ultimately pathetic Malcolm Scrawdyke (think of a more acidic Citizen Smith), an expelled art student hellbent on humiliating his nemesis, teacher Mr Allard.

As the foundation of Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side" glides across the stereo, we hear Q-Tip and Phife Dawg shuffle into the picture, gibbering away as though they were in The Goon Show. And suddenly – as if from nowhere – "Can I Kick It?" is in full view. A Tribe Called Quest's jazz-rap fusions can still play all night, moving from hotel lobby to shebeen to the iPad with ease, and you can dip in and out of their tunes without any great shock to the system. With laidback loops involving Cannonball Adderley, Roy Ayers, the Average White Band and the Rotary Connection, ATCQ invented a new kind of hip-hop, a decade after the first kind.

Jay Kay, the big-hatted funkstar and multi-million record selling lead singer of Jamiroquai, may have released his lowest-selling album to date in Rock Dust Light Star, but his trusted formula of rock, funk and touch of acid-jazz still packs out the 02 Arena, London's biggest venue, with ease.

Still tripping on the ghosts of the past

Corduroy has shaken off its fusty, fogey image, says Lee Holmes. Wear it on jackets, shirts, shoes and ties – just make sure it's smart, not scruffy.

Foreign Secretary William Hague has come in for a lot of stick for yet another hat-related fashion faux-pas.

The video for MIA's new song "Born Free" is certainly intended to shock. The ultra-violent clip by the French director Romain Gavras portrays what could be called a ginger genocide, wherein police round up a bunch of red-haired teenagers and then set about killing them – if you can bear watching to the end it gets very grizzly. See it at miauk.com. Given her penchant for political statements it can possibly be seen as a comment on the situation of the Tamil people in her family's Sri Lankan homeland, or on racial profiling. I've got red hair (for my sins) so I'm not sure how I should feel about this video, but it doesn't strike me as the most nuanced of affairs. The track itself, which sees MIA layer her rapping/talking/ singing trick over fuzzy-electro punk, is decent enough, but perhaps piggybacks a little too much on top of a sample of Suicide's "Ghost Rider".

By the late 1980s, hip-hop acts and producers such as DJ Jazzy Jeff, Marley Marl and A Tribe Called Quest had made the connection between jazz and rap. But the American MC Guru went further and helped fuse the two, first with Gang Starr, and most notably with his Jazzmatazz project.

To celebrate Acid Jazz's 21st birthday, a collection of 16 singles from the 21st century - from the selfconsciously hip to the wholesomely soulful to the sadly lost, Smoove to Pleasure Beach to Grand Union to Steve Marriott & the Moments; all of it fundamentally mod in outlook, not to say Welleresque. (Yep, he'shere too.) Music speaking to a world that takes Duffy at face value but wants to get into the backstory too. Plus the odddecent joke: "The revolution will be televised…Betamax will be available for the old skool."

Where do you go when the sound you pioneered has been absorbed by the mainstream as a default setting for car ads?

The Norwegian nonet's first album for five years is proggier than ever.