Guy Davies
Guy Davies

Born in Essex, raised in Cornwall. Passionate about music and film, with an emphasis on analysis!

As we leave the nightmare that is the Covid-19 pandemic (at least in policy) albums such Oasis’ ‘Definitely, Maybe’ encapsulate the post-covid attitude we need

From the first, sky-shattering, feedback of ‘Rock ‘n Roll Star’, you know it’s not groundbreaking, you’ve heard your Dad play songs like it in the car from the influential British bands of the past, but fuck me if you’re not loving it. Not for a long time has a band debuted with an album that will forever be in the timeline of Rock ‘n Roll, and the journey it’s made since Robert Johnson met the devil at the crossroads. Many believe their second album, ‘(What’s the story) Morning Glory?’ to be the band’s seminal album, but musically, it’s not doing anything ‘Definitely, Maybe’, hadn’t already covered, not literally, but certainly in creative ambition. Noel, himself said, “I’ve pretty much summed up everything I wanted to say in ‘Rock ‘n Roll star’, ‘Live Forever’, and ‘Cigarettes and Alcohol’, after that I’m repeating myself, but in a different way.”

Comparisons aside, there’s no doubt that whatever Oasis (well, Noel) wanted to say, he not only found it perfectly in his lyrics, but in his music too, it’s music you have to feel, so, listening with it turned all the way up so the thumping drums, melancholic guitar solos, and the pseudo-Lennon, voice of Liam Gallagher bleeding Noel’s words with attack-dog aggression, fill you with an urge to down a pint in a dirty pub. ‘Definitely, Maybe’ is symptomatic with a good time, with the summer fling you know is never going to last and neither loved, but damn if you didn’t have a good time, becoming yourself, not worrying about what tomorrow brings because, this album, here and now, is all that matters. A feeling that was just as much encapsulated at the time, with the backdrop of nihilism and anger of a go-nowhere existence, Oasis was the hope of a new England, emerging after the Thatcher years. Sound familiar?

“Oasis was the hope of a new England, emerging after the Thatcher years. Sound familiar?”

Although we look back at Oasis being one of the definitive bands of the time, it can be argued that their instant impact doesn’t reflect the potency I bestow upon them. Of the four singles, from the eleven-track album, ‘Live Forever’ was the one that broke the top 10, with ‘Supersonic’, ‘Shakermaker’ and ‘Cigarettes and Alcohol’ missing the top spot by a fair amount. Personally, I believe ‘Rock ‘n Roll Star’ to be a seminal track and in hindsight should’ve been pursued as a single more fervently, simply because it encapsulates what Oasis was about, the dream of escaping. With the benefit of hindsight I can’t see even one of the songs not being fervently applauded if turned on in a pub, I picture everyone patriotically standing upon their seats, crooning about “a girl called Elsa, who’s into Alka-Seltzer”, who was actually a dog! ‘Definitely, Maybe’ spent just the one week at number 1, with a following, non-consecutive, 22 weeks in the Top 10, it was last spotted in the official Top 40 album charts in 2014, which, coincidentally, could also be linked to the decline in the quality of chart-topping albums. But, when have we taken the charts into actual consideration? Although ‘Definitely, Maybe’ made no huge impact in a corporate angle, the people, the kind of people the Gallagher’s were before we shook along with them, could not deny the social impact and power that is bestowed upon each listener to dream bigger and to believe in those dreams, I’ve understood that to be the principal reason for the band’s longevity.

Everything is taken so seriously, especially post-covid, as we are told by our omnipotent overlords that we should be following the guidelines and rules, whilst they doss about doing what they want. It feels as if we’re stuck in a certain novel by George Orwell (1984). Personally, I find this also seeps into the popular music that engorges the summer months, it is all complicit, and following the heavily studied guidelines of what music SHOULD be, refined so perfectly by millionaires, that we confuse what is force-fed as individualism. In a time when even the Arctic Monkeys have lost their edge let’s regress, leave the Tik-Tok and Instagram personas at the door, ignore what you’re told is the right path for you, and find that path through what makes you happy.

“Everything is taken so seriously, especially post-covid, as we are told by our omnipotent overlords that we should be following the guidelines and rules, whilst they doss about doing what they want”

Oasis notices this, within its first words you hear “Live my life in the city, there’s no easy way out”, this connotes perfectly to the bubble of fake reality that is consuming us year after year. It’s an album for the people who, “sits in a corner, all night long”, wishing to hell they wasn’t themselves because what they are isn’t ‘cool’, Oasis are ‘cool’ because they don’t give a fuck. A mindset that should be drilled into every student (just like their times-tables) take what you are, who you want to be and love it, most of all, fuck everyone else.

‘Definitely, Maybe’, is the voice for the majority who feel they need to scream to be heard—even then, the chances of being heard are depressingly unlikely. This is a mindset that has been concreted into the people, especially the youth. Imagine, it’s the summer, Boris has announced another lockdown, but you and your friends are in a dirty field somewhere, drugs, alcohol, everything that encapsulates freedom that has been robbed from us for so long. Now, who can you picture on that stage? Personally, I see a group of, loud-mouthed, angry, lads from Manchester with a “Fuck off” attitude.