Oasis
(What's The Story) Morning Glory

THE REVIEW

I know there are already countless reviews of this CD, and indeed, this is not one nor does it aim to be; it's just a series of thoughts and comments on the aforementioned band that may not meet the approval of many, but honestly who cares...

So, the Oasis, what can be said about them: great musicians? No, I don’t really think so; their music is mostly banal and simplistic. Excellent lyricists then? Well, to be honest, most of their songs are a collection of lines put together without much logical thread. Innovators? Not really, after all, it's just simple pop, or for the more sophisticated, brit-pop, but the essence remains the same. They must at least be likeable? Nope, half the world hates them because they believe they are the reincarnation of the Beatles and the Who combined, and moreover, statements like the one where they wished Damon Albarn would die of AIDS, well I'd say they could easily keep those to themselves. Can they at least perform well on stage? Meh (and here speaks a direct witness), nothing special, their performances last barely an hour and a half and they don’t do much beyond replaying their songs just the way they are.
If we add to all this the fact that after the first two albums the band's inspiration (in which, I forgot, everyone quarrels with everyone, and many members left due to ongoing disputes with the Gallagher brothers, who don’t get along even with each other, quite the opposite...) has gradually faded away, leading to increasingly worse works, we get the quintessential portrait of a crappy band, which anyone with a bit of sense (and hearing) would carefully avoid. And yet...

...yet things aren't as simple as they seem; because (and at this point go back and read the introduction) it's impossible not to recognize in the early Oasis what, deep down, all of us at some point in our lives are (or have been, or will be, you decide...): cocky and romantic, slackers and sweet, listless and in love, sad and intolerant of everything and everyone; and indeed when I see Liam bending diagonally over the microphone and flipping off the audience and when Noel picks up the guitar and looks at people as if he’s playing on his home balcony, I can’t help but realize how often they are so close to me (and many others) in the way of thinking and living, how they also love getting drunk at the pub around the corner, or going to the stadium to mock the opposing fans, or even beating the crap out of someone because they stole our girl... Because music is not just technique and skill, it's also three notes aligned extraordinarily well; not just gloomy and profound lyrics, but also the storytelling, even if disjointed, of episodes from everyday life... because when we think of a loved one, it’s precisely to those things that our mind connects. And because, in the end, what else is our life if not a collection of banal, and exactly for this reason, touching and intimate events?