“This Twitter shit is changing the world,” typed Jon McClure the other day. “Using… mobile phones, the internet and laptops, tools of venture capitalism…[is] like fucking them with their own dildos.”

Pic: Danny North

The Rev’s right. When Iran failed to censor the microblogging site, Twitter became Tehran’s lifeline to the outside world: citizens began urgently posting photos of huge demonstrations and bloodied protestors against their government's wishes.

Meanwhile, a rock'n'roll war is raging, but our musical dignitaries are using Twitter to sling 140-character mud pies at each other.

“When are you going to make a decent record again?” offered Alan McGee to Brian Eno, “the last one was in 1972, cunt.”

"Fuck off, wanker," replied Eno.

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Leonard Cohen used to bang his head against the floor until inspiration came. It's said the painter JMW Turner once tied himself to a ship's mast during a strong gail in order to feel the power of nature surging through him, the better to portray it on canvas.

How does Mike Skinner seek inspiration? By eating greasy food, making smart-arse comments, and arsing around with crop circles…

You know how at festivals there's always some over-excitable berk dancing like a maniac even though it's only 1pm and the only noise coming from the stage is that of a roadie shouting "One, two... two, two, one..."?

Tragic, isn't it?

Unless, of course, everyone else piles in - in which case said dancing berk suddenly looks less like a lone nutter and more like a shamanic, party-starting visionary.

Caution: this approach probably wouldn't work at Lounge On The Farm. Nobody would join in, they'd just tut and go back to their turnip smoothies.

Perhaps it was a reaction to being "almost shot in the face" by a heavy-handed policeman last week - but Patrick Wolf seems more desperate than ever to offend the guardians of taste and decency.

As if his regular garb wasn't daft enough, at a gig in Toronto the other night the flamboyant pop star donned a revealing outfit that bore the influence of Borat's bum-tastic MTV Awards stunt at Eminem's expense.

“I’d better see these pictures on the internet tomorrow," commanded Wolf from the stage. "Give Perez Hilton something to wank at.”

Happy to oblige, Patrick…

Thanks to Nylonmag.com for the pics.

Ah, Lady GaGa. Now, we're no fans of the veiled misogyny and rampant bitchiness that passes for fair comment on the woman born Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta (the fashion mags, displaying their usual charm and wit, are fond of calling her 'Lady Gargoyle' - hilarious!)

And yet... what to make of a woman who in one breath says she's 'complex' and waffles on about her art, and in the next insists the only thing she looks for in a man is 'a big dick', and says the best thing about touring is 'sleeping with lots of really good-looking people'?

It's a puzzle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a really, really unpleasant personality - as the following dead-eyed interview demonstrates:

Not entirely convinced about the Beatles edition of 'Rock Band' - those twangy riffs just don't look all that satisfying to play along with.

But looking at the jaw-droppingly slick preview clip that has just surfaced, ahead of the game's release in September, Harmonix are throwing a huge budget behind this game.

Factor in the billions of dollars generated by previous games in the series, and The Beatles' generation-spanning global fanbase, and we may well be looking at the biggest-selling video game in history.

What with Project Natal for the XBox, it's been an exciting week for gamers.