Fresh from a spot on the prestigious NME tour with the frozen simians, W.A.S (as they like to be known) have released this cracking Radio 1 playlisted single which is getting all the right attention from all the right people. Hailed as the saviours of Lambrini, W.A.S. are doing their best to get their groove on in your bedroom.

It is so, so difficult to craft a straightforward, melodic guitar-pop song without sounding horribly middle-of-the-road. The Upper Room hope they create lovely, shimmering, unashamedly catchy music, with a sort of quintessentially English feel to it. They certainly give it a good bash but unfortunately this remains a pretty average affair.

Some blokes from Ireland in leather jackets create indie-rock by numbers, possibly by randomly thumbing through an issue of the NME from a year ago and taking this week’s "Best Bands Ever" as their prime influences. Neither good nor bad, just a bit pointless.

The third single from ‘Don’t Believe the Truth’ is a perfectly listenable if unspectacular affair. The Gallaghers have seemingly stopped trying to recreate the majesty of their first two efforts and have resorted to making MOR music to please their ageing fan base. Ah well, they’ll always be legends right?

APOF envelope the unsuspecting listener in a swirling, shimmering, dense mass of noise. It’s not groundbreaking, it’s not oh-so-cool, but there’s something about the epic swell of guitars and the forlorn vocals that niggles under the skin. Furthermore, they are a rare example of a Nottingham band experiencing national recognition – definitely something to celebrate.

The prolific King Creosote offers us another simple, folk ditty in ‘Bootprints’. With a strong Granddaddy influence, a light-hearted sound and some typically bizarre lyrics, this single is not without its charm. Even if the bright background melody sounds like you’re trapped on a rather dodgy fairground ride.

This is the second single from Magnet’s third album. This Scandinavian singer-songwriter sure knows how to bore the pants of his audience. But then again, I suppose they don’t have much else to do in deepest darkest Western Norway. A good voice, but lyrics so depressing they could make a corpse cry.

Clocking in at a paltry 2 minutes, this debut UK single has a lot to pack in to its time frame. And boy, does it try hard. Creating more explosions than a fag break in Hemel Hempstead, incendiary just doesn’t describe it – and the B-side is even better. Think Gang of Four for the noughties.

There’s something irritatingly familiar about this quintet’s latest track, mixing 70s Elton John with all the worst aspects of light and airy 90s indie-pop. It’s catchy and unforgettable in all the wrong ways, difficult to stomach and achingly repetitive.

Four students from the School of Sociology and Social Policy spent a month in Jordan last summer teaching English to children and adults in community centres and refugee camps.