Louie
Dead Man

Forget the north/south divide, how's about recording the visceral impact of a collision between...ooh, let's say London and Manchester for example. And then just sitting back and watching it implode in the faces of you and anyone else brave enough to come into contact with it.

OK, so Louie aren't Mancunians - they list York, Cumbria and Cheltenham among their places of origins - but having uprooted their collective bums and satchels and hopped on the 7:33 to the Big Smoke they seem to have discovered a blazing fire in their bellies that spits pure punk rock in little confetti-shaped orange sparks.

'Dead Man' has all the ballsiness of the earliest punk records (think 'New Rose' and 'White Riot' for starters) and all the cocky swagger of the latent Manc come-an'-'ave-a-go-if-you-think-you're-'ard-enough set, which makes it a pretty exciting prospect indeed. What's more, at two minutes and 33 seconds, there's no time to get bored either. Brutal.