Talking Heads #2 – The much-maligned return of Oasis

Nat: Don’t know if I’m feeling overly pissed off today but I’ve been pondering Oasis – what is their point? I summon them to a different kind of awful because of their boundlessly high self-congratulation. Which is surely way out of line considering that all they’ve managed is seven albums’ of two-and-a-half-chord, everything-will-be-alright-in-the-end, McCartney-siphoning dirge. Go on, Gallaghers, get back to the quarter-full pub you came from – it was a miracle you made the lesser-minded minions succumb en masse in the first place.

Caz: Ok, so how do I follow that? It amused me when the Gallagher Who Has Run Into The Least Parked Cars said that he thought Damon Albarn had turned into a cartoon. Ironic, especially when it’s considered that young Liam has de-anthropomorphised himself even further into a monkey being, his orangutan-arms and grunting helping him through another turgid piece of utter dog shite. Oh, and the “magical mystery” references in the lyrics? Just love that. Why not change your names to Liam and Noel Lennon and be done with it? That, I think, is all that can be said on the matter.