We know you all love MySpace Trawl as much as a fat person loves their cake, so get ready to tuck in to this week’s musical feast as we here at hecklerspray deliver you the gourmet first class musical treats, whilst ignoring the musical equivalents of the turkey twizzler. Oh how Jamie Oliver likes us.

Last week we picked the surface of the world of dance music. As we subtly mentioned, this particular genre of music seems to have been forgotten about, which is a crying shame. There’s more to it than the stuff you hear your average chav playing in their blinged out Vauxhall Astra at 2am in the morning when you’re just trying to get to sleep. As we discovered last week with Emmet, if done correctly you can have anyone getting down and funky with some kick-ass songs. But wait. Stop the press! Not all music remotely classed as ‘dance’ has to be fast and energetic. It can also come in many various formats, as we will now discover with this weeks trawl, Dosh.

As regular as clockwork, it’s time for hecklerspray’s MySpace Trawl – where we guide you towards music that’s good for you and keep you away from all the rubbish that seems to get all the attention in the pop charts.

We’ve decided this week to look at a style of music we haven’t focused on for a while. This week’s band are Emmet, who hail from the sunny north-west of England. Emmet are a fusion of electronica, techno and house all smashed together to produce sounds that would definitely get you up and dancing on a Friday or Saturday night.

There are lots of pointless things in life, men’s nipples for example. But the most pointless object in the world is Paris Hilton. She’s famous for doing absolute nothing apart from being lucky enough to be born in to a family who own a lucrative chain of hotels.

Oh and be very rich and ponce around at posh people’s parties that we’re not invited to. And – most recently – making music that would even make Supernanny lash out in an uncontrollable frenzy of violence. But help is at hand; graffiti artist Banksy has been busying himself doctoring Paris Hilton CDs and replacing all her music with a handy dandy pisstake remix CD.

Hello again fellow music fan. Ready to discover something new and refreshing? This week on our MySpace Trawl, we’re going to look at an artist who is just under the radar. It’s your chance to hear about him now, before he becomes famous and is featured on the cover of every glossy music magazine out there – and you’ll be able to say you’re not jumping on the bandwagon.

This week, our trawl leads us to Belfast in Northern Ireland. Stuff usually related to the Irish includes drunkenness, Guinness, leprechauns and bloody Bono from U2. But hopefully they’ll be another association with Ireland, and Duke Special be his name. Duke Special is a singer-songwriter so to speak, but please don’t be fooled into believing it’s the usual gubbins of a bloke plonking himself down in a studio with a beaten up acoustic guitar and just spewing out some words whilst strumming away. Duke Special is the total opposite of this.

Radiohead. Say this band’s name to anyone who has a mild interest in music and you’re more then likely to spark off some kind of argument. Over the fifteen years that Radiohead have been going, we’ve been subjected to all sorts of different sounds.

In the beginning Radiohead did nothing to really capture anybody’s imagination, with their only real dint in the music being Creep. You know Creep. It’s the one where he says “fuck” a few times. Soon came The Bends, Radiohead’s second album and the one that started to grab us by the balls. Combining clever music videos with pleasant songs gave Radiohead the praise they deserved. But when OK Computer came along, Radiohead were propelled in to the limelight and the world took notice of them and their wonk-eyed Thom Yorke. They had it all in that album, each song regarded as a masterpiece and the album as a whole is thought of by critics as one of the best albums in the world. Ever. But after that, things kind of went downhill.

After a three weekish stint of being away, the feature that you all know and more then likely love has returned to prod you in the direction of music featured on MySpace that we believe should be heard by you, our beloved readers.

This week our discovery has taken us up to Sunderland, where our ears have fallen in love to the sounds of the funky breaks combo Seventythree. Sunderland, and the North-East music scene as a whole, has recently been churning out more bands then you can shake a stick at. At one point, anyone coming from the North-East could only say that Lindisfarne, Sting and crap rapping from Ant and Dec were the only semi-successful musicians. Not the hippest stuff to stick on your iPod. But with the rise of guitar bands like the hound-loving Futureheads and pressure-applying Maximo Park, some credible stuff has finally arrived. Hoorah.

Roll up roll up! Another Thursday has sprung upon us and we all know what that means? Yes, you guessed correct, it’s time for another MySpace Trawl – our weekly guide on what fine artists are out there.

As you know, we’re leading the fight against bands and random singer songwriters who spam you to be their friend on MySpace. They only do it because there rubbish and need to look popular, but we can see through that. Over the last few weeks, we’d like to think that we’ve given you some tips to some pretty tasty acts.

However, these have been artists who’ve had a little bit of fame, but needed further prodding by us to maybe go that extra mile. So, until we decide to stop doing so, we’re going to look at some artists so obscure that we bet a whole shiny 10p that you ain’t heard nothing at all by them. We start our adventure in to the unknown with Norwegian indietronica act Sirka Ragnar.

There are lots of things that we like in the world. For example, beer, hot summer days and those new Cadbury chocolate bars with cream egg stuff inside them. This may not me to everyone’s taste, but we know something that we like and that you’ll like – free stuff.

So when we got word that Plan B was performing for zilch at a nearby record shop, we raced down to see him do his thing, pretty much purely because we’re cheapskates, really. It seemed that we weren’t the only people who’d got word of this free gig, as we arrived; the shop was beginning to fill up nicely.