It isn’t until well into the encore of ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’, when Noel nearly cracks into a smile. But not quite. And it’s totally representative of the show that precedes it. Tonight, Oasis have the tension without the drama, the ego without the will and the songs without any intent.
Saying almost nothing between songs, Liam (cropped haired, wearing a white parka), stares at the floor between songs although his sneer lacks back-up and Oasis don’t seem bothered to fight for their credibility. After reportedly having a fight before going on stage, the ninety-minute set resembles the most dire of session muso performances.
New drummer, Zak Starkey, drags out most of the songs to the point where they’re sludgy, rain-sodden versions of their former selves. ‘Champagne Supernova’ - a song that defined a generation – is left on its knees in the mud, and even the once great ‘Acquiesce’ lacks any bite. It’s as if he deliberately tries to not play like Alan White sabotaging everything.
The new songs, ‘A Bell Will Ring’ and the ironically titled, ‘The Meaning Of Soul’ pass to tepid applause, and although wall-to-wall classics like ‘Supersonic’, ‘Morning Glory’ and ‘Columbia’ are the stuff of legends, sadly this performance is far from that.
Barely looking around, even Noel lacks any of his trademark witticisms and contrary to the rest of Glasto the show is totally dry. It’s unheard of for a band to show this much contempt for a baying, capacity-packed Glasto crowd and this is an insult to all their fans. They have the history without the future. It’s time to stop the clocks.