A RECENT make­over has brought the decor up to date, but in Firewater it'll always be 2003.

Indie's heyday, which coincided with my considerably more rock and roll teenage years, is kept alive in this loud, candlelit basement that's part student boozer, part Camden Lock theme bar.

The Michael-Caine-in-Zulu jackets and trilby hats are mercifully gone, but the typical indie tropes are everywhere: Fred Perry and parkas are still popular, and the "Bradley Wiggins 2012" is the haircut of choice.

It's concerning to note, though, that this Sauchiehall Street basement now resembles a student union more than one of the city's prime alternative fixtures. There's been a worrying drop-off in the number of over-25s since the last time I drank here.

The slow death of Pete Doherty and Carl Barât's Arcadian dream, and subsequent emergence of bass and electronica as the foremost party tune genre, has eroded Firewater's core audience: the former Kasabian adulators and the pale, interesting indie Cindys they used to chase.

They've moved on and in their place are their younger, more naïve counterparts, along with a few of the diehards who were around for the original Hacienda days.

They're never getting rid of those guys.

A yearly DJ set from New Order legend Peter Hook is their last remaining link to the past: it's coming up on February 28, it's free before 10pm and the dance floor is guaranteed to be packed with gurning, bleary-eyed chaps doing their best Bez impression: definitely one not to miss.