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Rating: There's an electrified atmosphere in the arena. I breathe it in deeply, watching the 11,000 people packed in the stands. To get there, I had to face prohibitive conditions, pouring rain, clogged highway traffic, the muddy disgusting snow, an endless queue at the gates. Now I calmly enjoy my well-deserved cigarette, while the opening band performs in quick brit-rock'n roll tunes à la Arctic Monkeys we're good but something's still missing.
The anticipation builds. We're almost there. I barely manage to take one more drag and give one last bite to my sandwich with cutlet, mayonnaise, and eggplant when the intro starts, complete with scenic light effects. The entrance is greeted with general enthusiasm. Liam Gallagher moves confidently on stage, fashionable overcoat, sunglasses, skew position, and a voice that's half sharp, half husky, half drawling, which instead of being a mess gives you chills. They kick off with 3 or 4 very fast songs from the series tonight I'm a freaking rock star, which warm up the audience and give the concert a blazing start. Also beautiful are the pieces sung by Noel, with his more neutral but appreciable voice: ballads to sing together, lighters in hand, and hardcore making out with the girl who, poor thing, didn't have a ride and didn't know how to get there, but hey, no worries, we live two steps away. Toward the end, the classic pieces, from Wonderwall to Don't Look Back in Anger, through various Champagne Supernova, Supersonic, I'm Outta Time. The monumental "I Am the Walrus" closes, of Beatles memory, with a good five minutes of distorted guitars, tambourine toss, and epic exit.
Negative notes: the other members a bit of motionless clods forgotten by god, the somewhat short duration, the songs from the new album which even live demonstrate their triviality and complete artistic void. For the rest, those who say Oasis suck live must reconsider: very distinctive voice, great stage presence, enviable repertoire. Liam knows how to involve and ignite the audience without spouting a damn word, Noel is a high-level musician.
I recommend going to see them in one of the next four Italian dates. Amidst this grotty emo-punk pimpled and filthy rabble, it's truly worth it.
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