A lot of clever things have been written about the Reunion tour of Oasis and the first concerts in Cardiff. I won’t do that. We now know what you can interpret in this comeback after 15 years. We know that the generation of music journalism of my age group (40+) Oasis has seen a few times and its return may even trigger about the loss of youth, your own mortality and the fact that tour shirts bought in 1996 somehow seems to shrink over the years.
We know that Oasis would make a lot of money with this brothers and you could write exciting texts about the music industry with a view to the ticket sales and the numerous Merch and advertising deals. I am also itching an essay about the fact in my fingers that Oasis clearly won the Britpop Battle for himself – which even admitted even Damon Albarn. He said: “Oasis Won the Battle, The War, Everything.” And Richard Ashcroft even admitted this last night in the opening of Oasis: He said, self -ironic and/or a little bit bit bitter: “This is what I will only do from now on: put people in the mood for Oasis.”
Oasis fair with beer shower instead of paper cups
But: I refrain from all of this (or write it elsewhere). I would like to try to convey how incredibly euphoric, nostalgic, warm, beautiful-shief-mindless, touching, pathetic and through and through this day was wonderful yesterday-which was not only of a concert, but from a whole day when the moving music of two nagging Englishmen was celebrated in one of the most important music cities. To get you in the mood and to read on, I recommend going out in the sun and slowly tipping a warm can of beer on your neck: that was already baptism to the Oasis fair at the intro. And if you find it disgusted, we should be told that we prefer the beer shower to the piss cups at any time, who only missed us in a liam concert in London years ago.
Already in the morning, Oasis fans from all over the world entered the center of Manchester. Above all, the current Oasis Adidas collection but also the best tour shirts of the last years of the band existed shaped the picture. In the pubs, Oasis-heavy Britpop playlists ran, Liam greeted greeted from huge advertising posters at the airport, the Manchester transport companies packed the band logo on all the signs, and all nose broke through the first oasis choirs for a long time.
A city in the Britpop frenzy
For example, when I fought with friends in a pub called The Picadelly Tavern with a full English and the first pint and a group of British fellow wires suddenly tuned “Live Forever”-and the hooligan gentleman Ü-50 continued two tables. Later, when I was waiting for the tram to the Heaton Park at the Victoria Station, a Brit bored the megafon of a traffic police officer (who put out the thing in a friendly smile) and started a song. Unfortunately “Wonderwall”. A deepcut would have made the scene even more beautiful. In the tram then also a single singing-and the proof that the British and British often celebrate a little harder: While a young lad was singing loudly in the rhythm of “Don’t look back in Anger” against the tram roof, two women pulled a small mood line in the early 30s. But that was definitely just glucose …
When Oasis came on stage in front of 80,000 people after a short cast game game and a few overlay by Richard Ashcroft in Heaton Park, Noel Gallagher called: “This is the place!” While Liam added: “Oasis vibes in the area, Manchester vibes in the area.” Simple but suitable words, because we do nothing: The first Manchester concert was also so “Biblical” because fans from all over the world arrived to celebrate the band and the city-while the city in turn celebrated the fans and the band. So win-win. Like a football game in which you already know that you will see a nerve -wracking game, where your own team will win. With the Gallagher brothers that would of course be Manchester City, whose trainer Pep Guardiola celebrated in the audience and died backstage with the cool kids of the Gallaghers.
80,000 fans and a “biblical” night
From a musical point of view, Oasis didn’t have to do much more than playing their songs live quite convincingly. They have never been particularly emotional, but Gem Archer (guitar), Paul “Bonehead” Arthur (guitar), Joey Waronker (drums) and the Gallaghers were instrumental loud and on point, while Liam also delivered noel perfectly. The setlist did the rest to make this evening “Biblical”. On their old, well -paid days, the old granters who have already kept one or the other big gig (Looking at you, Glastonbury 2009!), Suddenly became sovereign crowdpleasern: “Morning Glory”, “Some Might Say”, “Cigarettes & Alcohol”, “Roll With It”, “Live Forever”, ” “Rock’n’roll star” – everything there. Also the addition of unearthly well-only considered the quality of the songwriting: first Noel with “The Master Plan”, then the Holy Britpop trreklang “Don’t look back in Anger”, “Wonderwall” and finally “Champagne Supernova”, which ended with a fairly lavish fireworks that the marriage was rather forgotten in the zesty years let.
Local patriotism and great feelings
Liam previously dedicated “Fade Away” to the resident: inside Burnage – the part of Manchester, in which he and his brother grew up. A workers’ quarter in which many could hardly have afforded the tickets. “Cast No Shadow” then played the band to the Happy Mondays and Richard Ashcroft after a shoutout. An absolute highlight were songs like “Acquiesce”, in which Liam and Noel share the Lyrics and, above all, the moving “Stand by Me”. In general, Oasis had a perfect mix of ballads and pieces for me, in which pushed, danced and beers thrown.
But what made the day special: all these strangers with whom you spoke and sang throughout the day. For example, the very likeable Atli Johannsson – an Icelander in the mid -twenties who told me that he and his friends had the chance to see Oasis for the first time today. The songs would have met them through their larger brothers or their parents. First of all, of course, they would have thought that it was uncool to find the music of the elderly, but when this teenager was over, they would have noticed how fantastic many songs are. And then there was the bearded, tattooed gentlemen from Liverpool, who simply gave a buddy his beer from me, came into conversation with him – and hugged him halfway by the fireworks, as if the brother who had been lost for a long time was.
The last chord
I could still describe similar scenes, but I think you already understand that this concert was really special and that it would be difficult for me to give the casual or highly grassy music journalist here. At the beginning there was even skeptical about the Oasis reunion (because previously seen four times live and they were only really good once) and a little stubborn about the way the reunion was announced and what the first reactions were on. Today I am converted and has to agree to Damon Albarn: “Oasis Won the Battle, The War, Everything.” Yesterday they won me above all – and all other fans (back).