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Rewind a 12 months, and I’m in The 100 Club, watching a band climb about on tables, bounce off each other, demand the audience get off their arses and jump around to the sound of their frenetic punk-ridged rock. Louie were, quite-frankly, jaw-dropping to watch.

Now fast forward to April 2007, and in the ‘dressing room’ of the Metro club (read as: a dead-end corridor in the basement of the Metro club) we’ve pinned dual-frontmen Gaz Tomlinson and Jordan Smith down in front of a tape recorder. As the band got set for the launch of their new single, Music Towers got on the case and asked them how they’ve been getting on.

Louie’s reputation as a live force has snagged them support slots with some big names: Kasabian, The Fratellis, Dirty Pretty Things, and most recently The Enemy.

“They’re a good band; good guys,” Jordan speaks so fast that he seems to be trying to overtake the words he’s already spoken. “It were a really good night in Sheffield – a clubnight, The Plug. The Arctic Monkeys were there.”

Speaking on the new kids on the block, with bands getting younger and younger, at the grand old age of 21 do Louie almost feel intimidated as old men on the circuit?

“We’ve been 19 for two years now in the press. People write something but don’t think you age when you’re in a band because they’re lazy bastards and can’t be arsed to realise that you’ve aged two years since the first review. I’m 21, [Gaz] is 21, our bass player is 26 – fucking hell, the Kaiser Chiefs are 45 of something.”

With ‘regional sounds’ spearheaded by the likes of coming back at the expense of that London gutter-punk sound - you couldn’t squeeze a stray Libertine into the limelight right now - how do Louie see themselves fitting in to it – with them coming from all over the place?

“It’s whether you want to see it as where somebody comes from is a certain type of music – really, what happens is that a band comes through from a city playing a certain type of music and everyone else jumps on the back of it and it becomes a scene,” Gaz shrugs it off. Sitting back in a large black jacket, taking his time in answering, he’s a counterweight to the breakneck responses of Jordan.