Pulp, BOB, Langfield Crane: Halifax Festival, Piece Hall, Halifax

WELCOME TO the otherworld. Halifax, deep in the Yorkshire moorland, is the north's equivalent of the Forgotten Planet, a fearsome anachronistic hell-hole where middle-aged women roam in packs and "American" cafes have their names spelt in French ("Cafe Americain"). For one night only, the future(ish) comes to town, in the form of a nicely adventurous quadruple-biller in the courtyard of the ludicrously designed Piece Hall.