An exhibition of new work by Gary Hume sees him exploring the natural world in his usual pared-back, objective way

A police officer assaulted a French tourist in London after spotting him urinating in a bush, a court heard yesterday.

Two members of a murderous gun gang were jailed for life today for the murder of an innocent 16-year-old girl shot dead when a tit-for-tat revenge hit went wrong.

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 musical new year is still in hibernation, the increasingly choreographed and grating hype for fresh acts standing in for any real action. Denmark's Treefight for Sunlight have taken the opportunity to play a week of London club shows, and support gigs with New York's mighty The Walkmen. Their self-titled debut album, due next month, is dipped in West Coast warmth, and this fresh-faced quartet, barely out of their teens, exude health and hope.

Tonight an ensemble of 25 actors and musicians will embark on a stamina-busting, 50-hour improvised comedy soap-opera, the appropriately named Studio 50. This troupe of hardcore performers will be joined by 30 guest artists to help turn Hoxton Hall in London's Shoreditch into a New York nightclub hosting the 1977 World Disco Dancing Championships.

It's a gloomy world that Rachel Kneebone has created at White Cube. The walls are painted in shades of grey, dark and brooding in the downstairs gallery and paler upstairs, the paint streaked in rain or tears. Kneebone makes extremely complex, delicate porcelain sculptures that teem with confusing, writhing tiny body parts arranged like urns or wreaths: a leg here, a penis or vagina there, and twisting forms that look as though they could be vines or spinal chords. Pieces of bodies in a horrific jumble. The sculptures are at times hideous visions that present bodies in states of fear, sadness and horror.

This year was always going to be a good one for The Drums. The 'next Strokes', as they have lazily been labelled, were the winners of the NME Philip Hall Radar Award 2010, an accolade picked up by the likes Glasvegas in the past. The gong is awarded to the band tipped for success in 2010, and it was right on the money.