From Glyndebourne to Gorillaz and Picasso to Pygmalion, there's something to suit every cultural taste in the coming months. Alice Jones presents an essential guide to the hottest tickets
If you thought Joanna Newsom's second album was ambitious, wait until you hear Have One on Me, her new, three-CD epic. Gillian Orr meets an adventurous talent
Ding dong the witch-child is dead! Make mine a triple
Rising folk star Beth Jeans Houghton is only 19, but she's a fan of glam-rock stars like Bowie and Bolan. Two years ago Devendra Banhart pulled her out of an audience – now she's one to watch in her own right. By Elisa Bray
It was never going to be easy to follow up a debut album that featured Devendra Banhart and Joanna Newsom, and, sure enough, Andy Cabic's fourth Vetiver album finds the San Francisco-based musician treading water.
Birdwatchers rejoice – the familiar markings are all here: pizzicato violins, whistling, linguistic gymnastics.
The Junction in Cambridge is a nondescript venue: a white box, plonked in the middle of a retail park surrounded by gaudy chain restaurants, overlooked by a terrifying giant snowman. This is all that Fleet Foxes – Seattle's greatest musical export since you-know-who – will see of the city, but they're probably too exhausted to care, having already completed a dozen or so dates on their sold-out UK tour. Backstage in a dressing-room, marvelling at the hundreds of penis drawings on the walls, lead singer and songwriter Robin Pecknold sighs long and hard.
Anti-folk pushing the twee-ometer off the scale