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.

Creepy sterile men, form an orderly queue - Jamie Lynn Spears, the newly-pregnant 16-year-old sister of Britney Spears, might very well be back on the market.

Less than 24 hours after Jamie Lynn Spears announced to the world via OK! magazine that a boy she met at church had knocked her up, it's looking increasingly like the pregnancy has driven a wedge between her and the baby's father Casey Aldridge. Yesterday Casey Aldridge took to his MySpace page to poetically express the profound complexity of young love torn asunder by sudden biological maturity. In other words, Casey changed his mood to 'Blah' and listed his status as 'Me and Jamie are over :('. It's hard to know how Jamie Lynn Spears will react to such a poignant display of heartbreak, although experts are guessing it'll either be :'( or x_x depending on how heavily the hormones are kicking in.

At a time when the music scene is seemingly dominated by so called girls with 'attitude' like Lily Allen and Kate Nash we strongly disagree. All they seem to do is complain that their ex-boyfriends are twats and no-one takes them seriously.

What a shame, we are almost compelled to get out our violins and attempt to

Social networking is something that means totally different things to people of different ages. For example, the average adult Daily Mail reader knows that it's just a tool to help children get stalked and molested by dangerous paedophile beasts.

For the average 14-year-old girl, it’s just a chance to post bulletins telling your friends what dead animal your cat dragged through the kitchen door. Of course, websites like Facebook and MySpace are usually used in other ways, like to add us to their profiles as friends even though we've never met them. And, yes sexibexi4369 if you're reading, we do know you're a bloke anyway. However, musicians favour social networking for gaining publicity and it’s a well-known fact that pikey pied-faced Lily Allen has been doing this for ages. But now it seems like she's stepping out the virtual world and onto television. God help us all.  

If we were to do an award ceremony for bands we feature in this feature, we would definitely consider featuring Roys Iron DNA as the winner for best band name.

Sometimes it's sad to see that a band that will use swearing in their name to gain attention. Calling yourself Shitting Robots, for example, might be funny when Zane Lowe says it on Radio 1 once, but it also automatically eliminates you from Top 40 airplay as it’s deemed to offensive. It’s a shame we weren’t in charge of the chart laws - we’d include all sorts of stuff that's not currently allowed. Not that there’s anything offensive about this week's band Roys Iron DNA, but we’d have them on constant heavy rotation on the radio nonetheless.