Supersonic!

I've been lucky enough to meet some pretty cool people along my DJ travels, and have warmed up for Ian Brown and Fatboy Slim in the last few years. But the biggest call yet came a couple of months ago when Flash - them of the deep, deep pockets and live band ambition - called and asked if Loaded, the indie club night I co-run with Simon Allen, would like to open for Liam Gallagher. As in that Liam Gallagher, ex Oasis lead singer and motor-mouthed frontman. As in the band that soundtracked a generation, as grand as that statement sounds. They might have tailed off abysmally from the highs of Definitely Maybe and What's The Story... but what highs they were (and doubly so for the band).

Upon which point, I ingested my testicles, and breathlessly - and no doubt a few octaves higher than normal - replied back 'yes please, fankyouplease.'

And while I would rather share a pint with Noel Gallagher - the man is a raconteur, who has an opinion on most things, and normally an acerbic and witty one as this amazing press conference demonstrates - younger brother Liam is the quintessential frontman.

You know his flaws: his cat, sat, matt song writing, an inability to move out of top speed and taking Beatles fanboydom into plagiarism realms. But when it comes to balls out, rock and roll, the sort that turns you into a mindless indie hooligan and walk with a Manchester swagger, even though you've never been further North than Islington, no one can touch him.

And I mean no one. Who else could sell out venues across the world on the back of 1 album (and it's a patchy one in all honesty), and with a stone-cold, and entirely understandable (not to mention principled) refusal to play Oasis songs? Yes, it's Oasis minus Noel, but that's a huge, debilitating minus.

Which can only mean the thousands and thousands of fans have come to see Liam, hands held behind his back, neck crooned up into the microphone and pigeon-chest puffed out in all its Pretty Green glory.

And we have the honour of warming up for him, Gem Archer, Andy Bell and the other one (I'm being disingenuous here - it's Chris Sharrock on drums). Apparently Beady Eye's management are quite tight on what goes on before the band, and understandably so - you wouldn't want to play any Beatles or Rolling Stones for fear of hearing the same chords and melodies a few minutes later played live.

But we've got 30 minutes, with an anticipated audience of 4500 people, to show off our record collections. And considering I've been hoarding music ever since I bought Nevermind as my first CD (it's true! honest! My first tape was far less impressive - my excuse is I'm Scottish), that's not as easy as it sounds.

We've started pulling together a few ideas, and so far new bands like Sleigh Bells, M83, The Horrors are rubbing shoulders with lost indie classics like The Beta Band, Flaming Lips and The Delgados. And after that, hopefully I'll be lucky enough to meet Liam backstage and hopefully utter something more memorable than the nervous grunt I managed to throw Fatboy Slim's way. Get your tickets here



P.S. Big thanks to Adidas Originals for kitting us out for the night - we'll be standing proud in our three stripes.