We'll admit that The Enemy didn't convince us when we first heard them - their bad haircuts, prematurely old faces and obvious worship for the boring end of the Britpop spectrum did nothing for us. So get ready for something rare - a hecklerspray change of opinion.

40 Days And 40 Nights by The Enemy was almost enough

We're just going to come right out and say it - we want The Noisettes to be big in 2007. Not just indie big, either - we want The Noisettes to be world-destroying big. And on the basis of Sister Rosetta (Capture The Spirit), The Noisettes couldn't deserve it more.

Even though The Noisettes hold the record as the

At this exact moment in time, hecklerspray's favourite noisy-bastard band is The Bronx. Whatever The Bronx do is loud enough to be utterly indecipherable, angrier than Jade Goody in an Indian takeaway and more fun than a waterbomb fight all in one.

The Bronx's last single - the snappily-titled White Guilt - was a sleazy bundle of snakeskin LA rock that

You've probably never even heard of them, but The Hedrons are big news - and we're talking record-breaking big here. As the first British band to play Second Life, The Hedrons have established themselves as the favourite band of thousands of single middle aged men who pretend to be teenage girls on the internet.

But for those of us who have seen Tron and

At this point in time, you all know who The Horrors are - they're the feverishly-supported five-piece who seem to leave either love or bewilderment in their wake with their silly names and ferocious songs - and, by Christ, do The Horrors ever need your help.

hecklerspray has just received this missive from Horrors HQ. Seems that The Horrors want you lot to

Holy Jesus, what the hell is this? Well, OK, we know what it is - it's Set Fire To The Face On Fire by The Blood Brothers - but if we didn't know that, we'd swear to god it was the sound of a nursery school being electrocuted by a maniac with a ghetto blaster.

To say

Christmas. You can always tell its getting near Christmas in a couple of ways. Firstly a rubbish local ITV newsreaders comes and turns on the Christmas lights in your pikey little town, and secondly every band in the universe releases a Best Of album.

That's never been truer than this week, when Oasis and U2 both pit their

What makes a good music video? Is it a bravely original concept? Is it a spectacular location? Is it a strong and unusual narrative? Or is it just the girl from the Wonderbra advert crawling around in a bikini chopping up bananas with scissors?

Of course, we all know the real answer is the last option, and that's just the thing that