Hello. My name is Daniel and I'll be your NME bloggist for the time being. Each week, maybe even more, I'll be firing off dispatches of the most rocksome happenings over here in Britain, and though we're barely into January, there's already heaps to talk about.

Some people, of course, are prophesising doom and gloom: You guys have Britney, and we have EMI Records. Every day there seems to be a new crisis for the original British major. One minute they're shedding thousand of jobs, the next they're planning corporate sponsorship for their artists, the next the Verve are leading an artists' revolt and threatening to follow Radiohead and Macca out the door, and Robbie Williams has come out in sympathy with your screenwriters and gone on strike (so it's not all bad, as you can see).

But if business is struggling, music itself is doing just fine. The truth is nobody knows what's round the corner, and that's exciting.

Last week I went to a thing called Eurosonic; kind of SXSW meets the Eurovision Song Contest in Groningen, Netherlands--home of bicycles, special coffee shops and for one weekend every year, 300 of Europe's finest bands. And there was no sign of doom and gloom from the arsenal of British talent keeping our end up. Does It Offend You Yeah? and the Whip both made a thunderous electro noise that promises the next wave of new rave will be even better.

Then there was the hypnotic Lightspeed Champion (aka Dev Hynes from Test Icicles), who despite being scheduled directly opposite the even hotlier-tipped Ting Tings, still managed to wobble the hearts of a packed Club Vera with his lovely dream-folk. You can hear his album, Falling Off The Lavender Bridge, in full on NME.COM now, you lucky people.

Back at home, the only thing that  everyone is saying will be massive is Adele, the Winehouse-in-waiting who's already won a Brit Award before she's even released a record. Adele performed at the Brit Awards nominations party at the Roundhouse in Camden, along with Editors and Bat For Lashes.

And that, of course, has been the other big music story of the week. The received wisdom is that this is the year the Brits have "gone pop" after years of grudgingly flirting with indie people like us. And sure, Mika will win everything--he's the kind of huge-selling, faux-edgy showpony The Academy will always look for, but a glance at a nominations list that also takes in Arctic Monkeys, Muse, Kate Nash, Arcade Fire, and Feist proves the Brits organisers haven't given up on the alternative nation just yet.

But anyway, that would be an exciting enough week in music as it was. But then last night we got a phone call saying Radiohead would be playing a miniscule show at the Rough Trade store in Brick Lane and would we like to come along. So in exactly three hours, that's where I'll be. I'll be live-blogging the whole thing from 8pm GMT, so head over to NME.COM/blog and read how the whole thing unfolds. Exciting!