“Hello, Glasgow police? I’d like to report a murder. Yes, I’ve found a cover version of ‘I Am The Walrus’ lying dead on the floor covered in blood, surrounded by empty Carling bottles and cigarette ashes.”
Ok, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s move on.
There’s nothing small about Oasis, like there’s nothing small about U2, or Stone Temple Pilots (or most “super groups”) or (especially) Boston. All were built nearly from the beginning for arenas that seat 17K. As such, one needs big songs that thunder and echo and explode with hooks and a vocalist who is declamatory and can hold a sustain (and writes simple rhymes everyone can understand and remember). Since arena bands don’t keep filling or playing arenas unless they keep writing, publishing and selling good arena songs, we don’t typically get to hear those tunes that weren’t deemed big enough. On The Masterplan we do.
“Acquiesce” and “Fade Away” don’t count — they are standouts that sound like big Oasis, though a bit chalkier and not as hooky. But a lot of this sounds smaller — not like a jam band in a club, but like, say, some band who’s opening for Belle & Sebastian in a 2,000 chair hall. In the case of “The Swamp Song”, they’re opening for, uh, Phish I guess. But “Going Nowhere” and “Talk Tonight” and “Half The World Away” feel much more grounded and quiet and almost like a different band.
Beyond “Acquiesce” (my fave here), there’s enough “regular” Oasis to make me happy too. When Liam slips into those classic Liam conversational note shifts mid line that he invented and that sound so good (“I try to make a / Better daaayyyy” on “Rockin’ Chair”) it’s just so hard for my ears not to succumb. “Listen Up” works too, even with the first ten seconds sounding exactly like “Supersonic”.
Now these are B sides. There’s no concept here, other than — let’s be honest — milking the fans overseas who buy albums and not singles, and being pretty confident they can get by on brand and sound alone and not songs, which they can (and apparently did given how much this sold). This isn’t “great” Oasis, but when your junk is good enough to build a credible record, you’re a pretty decent listen.
This is a 6/10 record for me, but I’m officially posting 5/10. It sounds low, but please note — I docked them a point for the aforementioned criminal butchering of that corpulent, tusked Arctic creature. RIP.