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For the past few years, every time the brothers Gallagher get a bit bored and decide to stop resting on their laurels and release a new album, they are greeted with a sense of both excitement and anticipation from the greedy masses, desperate for the band to ‘return to form’ as it were and release another “What’s The Story..” Ultimately, they are disappointed as the boys take their musical pilfering in a different direction and emerge with a new, yet always familiar sounding Oasis. It’s been the same case with this, their sixth studio release, which has still been heralded as their much-needed return to their glory days. It’s not. Nobody got peeved off at Guns 'n Roses for not making another ‘Appetite For Destruction’, nobody really got too upset when Nirvana only made one ‘Nevermind’, and nobody seemed to complain when The Clash never made “London Calling II”, so why are people so desperate for Oasis to drag the mid-90s kicking and screaming into the new millennium? Perhaps it’s because after the success of their earlier albums, Oasis simply stopped trying. They were already huge superstars, what else was there to achieve? As a result, “Don’t Believe The Truth” is a lazy, uninspired yet infuriatingly catchy piece of work. You can almost imagine it. Noel sprawled on a huge couch in a huge mansion in his Y-fronts, fed up that there are no celebrity parties to go to that night, picking up his phone, calling Liam and asking: “Alright, our kid? Bored as **** me, wanna write some songs?” Six months later, they come out with this, and proceed to make a million or two. It’s tempting to say that if anybody other than Oasis released this album, it would be good. But that, quite frankly, is a lie. Oasis pride themselves on being a rock’n’roll band. Rock ‘n’ roll, by definition, is supposed to be energetic, lively, exciting, and dangerous. “Don’t Believe The Truth” however, is a bore, a chore to listen to and exactly the sort of thing doctors should prescribe to insomniacs. Songs like “Mucky Fingers” and “Love Like A Bomb” are so amazingly uninspired, you wonder why on earth they bothered. Track five is titled “The Importance Of Being Idle” a sentiment which just about sums up the entire attitude of this whole drivel. “The Meaning Of Soul” and “Part Of The Queue” show some promise, and make it clear that the Manc' lads have kept a keen eye on current popular music, sounding almost exactly like the sort of thing The Libertines would probably make if they lasted into middle age. “Keep The Dream Alive” comes next. Is this urging fans to keep praying that they knock out a decent album at some point, or permission to have a snooze and dream that we’re not actually listening to this mid-tempo drivel? Oasis have often been accused of nicking other peoples tunes and turning them into their own, but usually they get away with it by robbing from credible artists like The Beatles and T.Rex. Here however, they rather unforgivably play around with “Child” another rubbish song by former Take That “star” Mark Owen to draw this tiresome album to a weary end. Try harder next time, lads! Recommended
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