Multiple Knebworths Incoming

Okay, you know what? My first reaction to the Oasis reunion was, of course, this:

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(in the great debate between Oasis and Blur, the correct answer is that Pulp’s Babies contains everything you could conceivably need)

But then I read this article from The Quietus, and well, if Gen-Z can move past the baggage of the era and love them, it’s not really my place to argue otherwise, I think. And Alex Niven’s article in The Guardian protests a little too much, but otherwise is a reminder that the high point of Oasis preceded New Labour’s ‘Cool Britannia’. So I can save my vitriol for the kind of fan around my age that complains about “21-year-old girls getting their ticket”. Not that it matters, but those girls are likely able to rattle off in-order setlists of their appearances at Tokyo’s Club Quattro. Which is more than you or I could do in our advancing years…

(my long-standing peeve is that Noel’s heel-turn against all things modern in the 21st century has just been so boring. I wanted to hear his rave tapes! More experimentation like using samples from NWA/the Amen Break on D’You Know What I Mean? Something else from working with The Chemical Brothers! Just anything except what we got from the rest of the third album onwards. And while I’m here, the dynamic pricing fiasco of the weekend reminds me that they’ve always been something of a…mean band. The “Cigarette Boxes” that contained the same interview CD, that it took almost 15 years for Whatever to appear on a compilation album, the editing of the Radio 1 Knebworth broadcast to skip over their new songs, Creation forcing Radio 1 DJs to talk over the first week or two of playing songs from Be Here Now in a bizarre effort to try and stop home taping. As if we didn’t all traipse down to the record shop to buy it on that day in August 1997…)