Most people we know are broke, stressed, addicted to something or other, obsessed by news of wars and division between social groups and race; angry narcissists always yelling about modern politics under the pretense of furthering the progress of freedom and individualism but actually vying for more followers. Every day we are told: IT’S ALL FUCKED! THERE IS NO HOPE! Oasis always were about escaping our troubles through communal revelry. And they made the world feel a little lighter.

The first time I heard them I was 21, living in a rainy seaside town that they forgot to burn down just outside of Liverpool. Their music sounded like the weather and the narcotic adventures we embarked on for escape.

The songs were made of wet pavements at 3 a.m. when yellow streetlights reflect in the puddles while you’re rolling on E going to some after-hours with a new soulmate you met two hours ago.