If you can remember, last week we promised you a special and different Trawl for today. After ignoring the barrage of emails we had off thousands of screaming teenage girls wanting to know what we had in store, we can now reveal it to you. A drum role please...

Or not. Instead of looking at a single band this week, we're going to focus on one of the UK’s leading independent labels. And that means Tired And Lonesome Records. So this means instead of just looking at one artist or band as we typically do, you’ll be getting more for your money. Well, that’s if we charged you for looking. Which we should, frankly.

Following our previous explorations in the world of German music, we found that if you pick under the scab of rubbish, naff, cheesy, boring, manufactured stuff, it isn’t all bad. Previous trawls have led us to find some pretty insane stuff to say the least.

Drumcorps combined evil noise and guitars together to keep the metal heads happy and Warren Suicide was edgy cool electro punk, if that makes any sense. Now, it might have made sense to have done this week’s Trawl after the other two, as they're all German bands, and it would have been a brilliantly tedious link. But believe us when we say we didn’t forget, we just found this band whilst sifting through the mounds of shite we have to listen to. This week’s crazy German band, Like A Stuntman provide us with chilled acoustics, gentle electronic grooves and some stern vocals. Mmm, this’ll warm your cockles.

Brrr, cold anyone? Well, unless you’ve got the honour and privilege of living in a nice warm country where you don’t get battered by arctic winds, pelted by icy rain and generally frozen to death you’re not experiencing a true British winter, and more fool you.

Even though we’ve just crept into February, we’ve already stocked up on our Factor 40 suncream in eager anticipation for the few days of sunshine that we might actually get sometime near the end of July. But to make sure that we don’t freeze to death in the meantime, we’ll throw some more coal on the fire and listen to this week’s MySpace Trawl band, a band with songs that remind us of happy days drinking strong cider in a field somewhere, tanning our man-boobs and then complaining it’s too hot. Thank God for Tunng. 

Don’t worry, the usual musicfest that is our MySpace Trawl is technically here for you today. But it's not like our typical one where we just talk about a band - today you get a two-for-one special! A gig review and a more traditional trawl.

Now usually when you get a two-for-one special, say, in a supermarket, it's usually because some dimwitted shelf-stacker dropped a crate of biscuits on the floor and they have to be sold off as quickly as possible. But this two-for-one special came about as quite conveniently, since the targets of the Trawl - Rebels Of The Flesh - happened to be playing a gig last night. So using our super-intelligence, we decided to combine the Trawl and a gig review together! Genius or what?

Anyone?

With all the horrible goings on in Big Brother where lots of nasty horrible words have been exchanged by lots of nasty nobodies, this week’s MySpace Trawl will showcase some nice happy fun bouncy music that might actually make you think there is some happiness in the world. Possibly.  

One note of caution, though; some of the songs on today's Trawl have a few naughty words thrown in, so please be commence with caution. Phew, that’s the warning given, so now nobody can sue us or accuse of poisoning young children’s minds or put us on the front of newspapers even though there are a billion worse things going on in the world. What a bloody culture. Anyway, that’s another topic. Let's all boogie down to Kid Carpet.

Hooray! It’s Thursday! The best day of the week for you to impress your friends, family and fellow cyber-geeks with some music knowledge they won’t know about! Unless they read this page too! Which they really should do!

Traditionally this feature leaps around different styles of music and we aim to continue this trend. From looking at people who build their own equipment, bands who sing about animals and toy cars to artists performing in weird native languages we’ve uncovered some very interesting stuff so far. And this is set to continue as we look at Japanese producer DJ Scotch Egg.

2006 saw MySpace Trawl delve into the weird and wonderful of music that you out there in internetland possibly wouldn’t have heard of. Possibly. Over the last few months we’ve delved in to many different genres and looked at stuff we didn’t know existed.

Who knew that country music could actually be good and not fit the image of red-necked American? Phillious Williams showed  us this. Who else knew that a couple of kids called Smoosh could make such happy pop songs despite not being old enough to buy ciggies? Singer-songwriters were also dong their own thing and not being sickly and boring like James Blunt. Thomas Truax gave us an incite it to his own musical creations, The Album Leaf did the one man band thing and Duke Special let the emotion in music flow.

It's Christmas; usually a time for fresh-faced youngsters to knock on your door and sing carols while you stand around either lap up the festive cheers, worry how much they’ll beg from you or - like us - tell them to piss off and bother someone else.

Music is generally crap this time of year too, with horrible Christmas singles out – which of course we’ve been telling you all about - and it's time for Noddy Holder to reap in the benefits of his one decent song when it gets belted out on pretty much every TV music channel, radio station or adverts for Asda. Instead of bringing you some calm, soothing festive music with an annoying children’s choir in it, we’ve decided to rock out with this week’s band – Fyreon.

Who are anything but calming, soothing and thankfully don’t feature any children.