This is the one. If Definitely Maybe was the invitation to the party, Morning Glory was the party itself. Broader, louder, and impossibly more ambitious, this album contains multitudes: the psychedelic stumble of “Morning Glory,” the tender vulnerability of “Don’t Look Back in Anger” (Noel’s masterpiece), and the monolithic, universe-eating Champagne Supernova . And then there’s “Wonderwall”—a song so overplayed it’s become a meme, yet undeniably perfect. This album defined Britpop, defined the 90s, and turned Oasis into gods. It’s also the sound of a band beginning to fracture under its own weight. The Hangover: Bloat, Cocaine, and Hubris
After the departure of founding members Bonehead and Guigsy, Oasis entered the new millennium leaner but lost. Giants is a weird, hazy, psychedelic comedown. It lacks the anthems, but it has mood. “Go Let It Out” is a funky strut, “Gas Panic!” is a genuinely dark, paranoid masterpiece about Noel’s anxiety and drug abuse, and “Where Did It All Go Wrong?” is painfully self-aware. It’s the sound of a band realizing the party is over. Underrated, but for diehards only. The Consolidation: Back to Basics oasis band discography
Noel declared this a return to “rawk” after the studio trickery of Giants . The result is a mixed bag: half classic Oasis, half forgettable filler. The singles are strong: “The Hindu Times” is a locomotive riff, “Stop Crying Your Heart Out” is a soaring, sad-bastard anthem, and “Little by Little” is a Noel solo track in all but name. But Liam’s songwriting attempts (“Songbird”) are charmingly slight, and the album tracks sink without trace. It’s the sound of a band going through the motions, albeit with occasional brilliance. The Late-Career Resurgence: Growing Up (Sort Of) This is the one
The most anticipated album since Nevermind . The result? A 70-minute wall of cocaine-logged guitars, endless choruses, and lyrics written on hotel notepads at 4 AM. Be Here Now is a mess—a glorious, exhausting, ridiculous mess. Songs like “D’You Know What I Mean?” and “Stand by Me” have great bones, but they’re buried under a dozen guitar overdubs and seven-minute runtimes. For years, Noel called it “the sound of a band on coke, not giving a fuck.” Time has been kind to its sheer, stupid ambition. It’s a guilty pleasure and a warning sign. The Recalibration: A Band Losing Its Way The Hangover: Bloat, Cocaine, and Hubris After the
