Fans of primitive electronica are licking their lips at the chance to view a unique instrument that has acquired near legendary status. The Oramics Machine was invented in the 1960s by Daphne Oram, the first director of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. It has been largely unseen for 20 years.

Lady Gaga is having surfing lessons.

Radio One DJ Pete Tong has been granted a restraining order against Shara Nelson, the former Massive Attack singer and songwriter, after she was found guilty of harassing him.

An inventive and involving overhaul of the traditional Italian folk dance form, the taranta, which on the whole works well. The constants are the sounds of plaintive violin, muscular accordion and romantically yearning vocals. But as the album progresses, rock, dub and electronica elements enter the fray without ever taking over the show. Traditionalists won't have much time for it, but for anyone who enjoys Gotan Project's deconstructions of tango this should appeal.

On 19 September, Kieran Hebden, operating under his usual moniker Four Tet, will release a Fabriclive mix record (the 59th in the series).

Lady Gaga's forthcoming pictorial book will include images of her in the shower.

Lady Gaga was so devastated by Amy Winehouse's death she couldn't talk for two days.

Lady Gaga is being offered £200,000 to get into bed with Perez Hilton. The 'Edge of Glory' singer - known for her kooky exploits, which have seen her hatch out of an egg live on stage - is wanted by ITV bosses to appear on a new show fronted by the US gossip blogger, entitled 'Sleeping with Perez'.

Lady Gaga says Amy Winehouse's death is a lesson not to "kill the superstar".

Portishead's 1994 debut, Dummy, was so perfect it almost instantly became a cliché, a cul de sac they only escaped with 2008's aptly titled Third. But on the first night of a festival the Bristol band curated and headline, they dig deeper into songs it had seemed would bury them, expanding their sonic terrain of scratched hip-hop, vintage vinyl spookiness and Cold War spy movie cool, Billie Holiday and John le Carré.

Lamb used to feel like the most infuriatingly middle-class band in existence: a Portishead for people who were scared of the dark, a proto-Dido to provide ambience at dinner parties.