Following Noel Gallagher's long overdue departure from Oasis on 29th August, the brainless colloquy on everyone's lips is - can Liam go it alone?
The answer to this is incredibly simple. Of course he fucking can't!
The Oasis frontman has become obsolete in the previous years. The arrogance and self-righteous smugary of L. Gallager that previously adorned the punchy rock and roll rush of this beloved Manc outfit has since transposed itself from untouchable, ivory-tower indie icon to a paradoxical figure of what once symbolised greatness and now simply embodies gimmickry and frills that encapsulate nothingness - a substanceless image of ruined brilliance swallowed by his own self-proclaimed genius that transcends as both mockery and counterfeit accomplishment.
And now Liam also has his mind on other things. A handful of months ago he released his new clothing range - Pretty Green. A bland collection of over-priced, lifeless and sluggish garms that provide a visual mark for Liam's moronic and opinion less followers. Anyone caught in this dreadful clobber needs no introduction as we already know their stance on this subject and their sheep-and-Sheppard affiliation.
He's let the music go to shit with his new fashionista lifeline, but this has simply been the catalyst of their prolonged corruption, because lets face it, the cracks in Oasis began to creep into their bloodline long before Liam decided to go all Vivianne Westwood on us.
Discussions regarding their epic Knebworth gig in 1996 have frequently orbited around the subject matter of should they have called it a day then and there? Luke Lewis of NME discussed this rather brilliantly on his recent blog (found at nme.com). He made compatible points that make a lot of sense, and after the tirade of typical Oasis numb-skulls hounding the NME hack with various blubbering statements of both unexplainable worthlessness and their typical geezer-like aggression, it was in fact obvious who surfaced victorious. And despite what people think about me, if you know me that is, I often dispute the aimless garbage that stains the various pages of NME, but in this case I agree with Mr Lewis, this farce has dragged on for too long.
Ask yourself seriously: When was the last time Oasis made a truly brilliant album? Fucking years is the answer, and that's the truth. In my own worthless opinion it was 'The Masterplan', an album compiled of b-side and tracks that never made it onto full length albums - all of which were written by Noel, bar 'I am The Walrus', and we all know who wrote that.
'Heathen Chemistry' had its moments, but moments were all. 'Don't Belive The Truth' was overrated and generally uber predictable, lacking in any real gut-wrenching rockable grit. 'Dig Out Your Soul' was poor, and I truly believe that. 'Standing On The Shoulders...' well, even Liam thinks it's a feckless flap of musical exploration, so the less said about that the better.
You may disagree, you may agree, I don't really care. But, for me anyway, music, and rock and roll in particular, has always been characterised by two tings: attitude and emotion. Laim's got attitude, that's evident, but emotion? that's Noel's area - especially considering he's the primary songsmith behind the band.
You need both these clogs to function together, in harmony if you like, for a rock and roll band to work. You need talent (Noel) and you need swagger (Liam), but you need them together, whether they like each other or not, and in some cases hate and resentment will be responsible for some truly fucked up yet thrilling art - therefore the future of this band is about as bright as Basra's.
Noel's the talent, the song writer, the genius, the whit, the skill and the whole god damn fairground ride, so without him, I think you'll find it's dead.
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