Oasis was never close to being as big in America as they were in England and this documentary makes it easy to see why. Separated from their boorish media image and regional/cultural significance in the UK, and judged purely on their music, they amount to nothing more than a mediocre guitar band with a handful of catchy tunes (less than that really, just four). It's laughable that they swagger about as if they invented bad boy attitude while playing really some of the most tepid, middle-of-the-road rock music ever produced coupled with anodyne lyrics that strain for meaning but fall most often between risible surrealism and empty pretensions to importance. America picked up on many great UK bands from the Beatles and Stones through Elton and Bowie and Led Zeppelin, even Def Leppard, Culture Club and George Michael had a modicum of appealing talent, and we've spotted the ones that were nothing underneath from Cliff Richard to Robbie Williams to Kylie Minogue (yeah, I know, she's Australian, but the Brits are the ones who made her a superstar over there) and gave them a deserved ticket back to Mother England. You can add the painfully unimpressive, exceedingly middling Oasis to the bunch.
Review of Oasis: Supersonic
