Arctic Monkeys reportedly turned down a six figure sum to play at a neighbourhood garden party.

Kicking off with a Dylanesque blast of harmonica, the Decemberists reveal their new intent right up-front.

It's 10 years since Butlins holiday camp was first taken over by twee indie-folksters Belle & Sebastian for their Bowlie Weekender. Since then, the All Tomorrow's Parties festivals have become a fixture of the musical year. To celebrate, Butlins hosted Bowlie 2, again curated by Belle & Sebastian.

Dirty Projectors have been cutting a defiant swathe through the indie scene, in various guises, for the past eight years, gathering an impressive list of collaborators along the way. So it comes as something of a surprise when front man, and the axis around which Dirty Projectors revolves, David Longstreth reveals to the audience that their first UK show was as recent as 2007. Following the release of last year's "Bitte Orca", sixth out of seven albums from Longstreth, it's almost impossible to imagine a time before Dirty Projectors, so established is their talent.

Best Coast are the current darlings of the indie scene. Fronted by a stoner pin-up, Bethany Cosentino, the band are nominally members of the "chillwave" movement, a loosely aligned bunch of music-making slackers. But Best Coast's especially laconic take on "classic" US indie shares little with the rest of the scene, which tends to produce sparse, haunting electro instead of asinine surf rock.

Stars and Sons are part of a new wave of British art-pop that seems to believe that the more you add to a song, the better it gets, when the obverse is often demonstrably true.

Begun by two teenagers in 2005, the singles label is now on its 50th release. To mark the occasion, founders Nadia Dahlawi and Sara Jade have pulled together 35 tracks that document the vibrancy of London's music scene.

While his reputation as a difficult interviewee precedes him, I was still excited to get a chance to talk to Kele Okereke at the Creators Project last weekend. I figured that since I wasn’t going to be asking him what he had for breakfast, or doing a meta-piece on his disdain for the interviewing process, as the NME tried in 2005, I’d be ok.

Mystery Jets' apparent popularity has always been rather confusing.

"As you may or may not know, I have a day job in another band," says Kele Okereke mischievously from the tiny stage under Hoxton's stone arches. Indie-rock lovers couldn't fail to recognise the Bloc Party frontman's rich London voice, but they could be forgiven for a double-take. Thoroughly beefed up, vest-clad and cap tilted way back on his good-looking head, Okereke, or the The Boxer, as his new solo album attests, is grinning. It was a rare sight in his day job, and one you'd think would be even rarer now that the band is on indefinite hiatus, but it becomes highly familiar by the end of this brief, 50-minute set.

Opening line "Freedom is an illusion generated by our brain" raises false hopes that Mystery Jets have moved on to weightier topics than fancying the girl next door.

There's a strong case that Earth vs the Pipettes shouldn't be credited thus, since the once polka-dotted princesses feature no original members (an indie Sugababes, essentially).