It was a set of two in incompatible halves in which electronica and hip-hop gave way to Sam Cooke and Womack's own eloquent classics, writes Dorian Lynskey
The experimental duo's brain-splitting volume disguises the fact that Crystal Castles do little more than lace Prodigy rave with cheerleader chants, writes Mark Beaumont
Steven Ellison's stripped-back, brooding, digital dystopia gains a strong physical presence – and a huge following – when played live, writes Ian Gittins