So while we're getting rained on and then baked all weekend, let's have a quick run-through of what you might otherwise have missed...
IN SHOPS NEXT MONDAY: Of the 24th July release schedule we recommend singles by ¡Forward, Russia! (Eighteen - that's crept up surreptitiously on us all), Hot Club de Paris (Sometimesitsbetternottostickbitsofeachotherineachother... foreachother, unwieldly titled 7" on Moshi Moshi), Metric (the glorious Monster Hospital) and Viva Voce (From The Devil Himself, the duo's singles career highlight on limited edition 7") and albums by Lisa Germano (In The Maybe World), Michael Franti & Spearhead (Yell Fire!), Roddy Woomble (My Secret Is My Silence), The Sleepy Jackson (Personality: One Was A Spider One Was A Bird) and Tapes 'N Tapes (The Loon).
CHART OF DARKNESS: In the midweeks McFly's half-charity record for the charity telethon nobody cares about is miles clear. Rihanna only looks to be managing number four, one ahead of New Blunt II James Morrison. Chili Peppers top ten, Christina Aguilera on downloads and Gnarls Barkley on underwhelming sales top 20. Razorlight, splashed everywhere you care to think of, are inevitable number one by shedloads, followed in quick succession by Lily Allen and Paolo Nutini.
VISUAL REPRESENTATION/THE WEEKLY SWEEP CROSSOVER: The latter's getting a makeover from next week, so to see the old format off and tide you over, another YouTube-enabled playlist of stuff we've been covering through word and deed recently, this time in a sidebar friendly resize: ¡Forward, Russia! reinvent the Viewfinder, 29 Swedish coves collectively known as I'm From Barcelona prove image isn't everything, Jeremy Warmsley is enveloped in a line-drawn world, HMV do the scarily sized closeups as albums top 20 outsiders the Pipettes do Judy live and, to prove that a) Green Gartside has always been pop's auteur in chief and b) Lily Allen did not invent singing soulfully over light reggae and certainly isn't doing it best of all, Scritti Politti's The Word Girl from 1985. Finally, as part of Weekender's continued prolonged farewell to Top Of The Pops - two left! - of course the lounge lizard version of Smells Like Teen Spirit. Note the people turning away from the stage right near the end.