It’s odd what you find by mistake. Whilst looking for the remote control the other day, we managed to find a few weapons of mass destruction, five pencils complete with chew marks and a sandwich.

It wasn’t what we were looking for, but it was as a pleasant surprise. Apart from the WMDs though, we are now sprouting unusual amounts of body hair and we’ve have had the UN round for a chat over a pot of herbal tea. 

Anyway, we were recently searching Google for 'betamax' for a completely random reason, and up popped a link to the band Betamaxx. And they're ace. Yay.

Sometimes you just that special time to relax, unwind and forget about everything.

Wouldn’t it be ideal just to pause everything that’s going on around you and just sit in silence whilst reflecting the world around you? We can’t quite do that due to the staff at hecklerspray not quite cracking the secret of time travel, but we can offer you some sort of soothing and calming alternative. The Soul's Release.

For a change this week, we thought we’d get away from the usual music lark and instead offer you something a bit different.

Obviously this is a music feature and some of you may be left scratching your head until sparks appear and burn down your house. There is music involved in what we have found, but it’s not the main focus of what’s going on. In what can only be described as comedy cut and paste tape music, we have stumbled head first in to the hilarious work of Cassetteboy.

Honestly we haven’t been picking bands based on their name over the last few weeks. It just seems that the people out there with the more bonkers names are capturing our attention.

We’re sure that if someone decided to call themselves Generic Sounding Indie we’d listen too. We’re nice people and we give everyone a fair chance. After last week’s look into the world of the cover version, we’ve gone back to look at some music which makes us want to dance in the street and force others to join us. Sadly we were detained by the police for grabbing people and waving their arms frantically around. Some call that partial assault but we call it a discothèque groovetastic move.

But who could blame us when we were listening to Unicorn Dream Attack. 

OK, we admit this is the first time we haven’t featured an original artist on this well respected and inspirational page. So what gives?

Has our Amy Winehouse-esque crack cocaine lifestyle finally caught up with us, reducing us to report nothing but rubbish? Don’t be silly. We would never do such a thing. Well, at least not yet anyway.

This week, we’ve decided to give a cover singer some limelight - but, as you’re soon to hear, Richard Cheese is a genius. 

This could be a first - a band that's crossed our path on MySpace has managed to utterly confuse us.

Known as the Robot Ninja Dinosaur Bastards, this bonkers trio make music snatches with elements of old-school electronica and then paste it together with the frenzied genre of Grindcore that we all know and love.

Of course

In an almost GMTV-esque gimmick, last week we asked you to try and work out the band we have lined up for you as part of our first trawl for 2008.

With literally zero responses coming in, we assume that people didn’t want to spoil the excitement in the little comment box thing below. Because it’s a new year and all that, we don’t really have any real reason as to why we are recommending this lot this week. It’s probably more down to the fact that they make us mosh a lot. So much so that we have now broken three tables, two chairs, a microwave and burst a bottle of bleach with our antics. The hecklerspray office is in a bad state. We blame Rolo Tomassi for this.