Their sneering vocals, seething guitars and thermonuclear charisma electrified the 90s. But will a reunion be a Champagne Supernova – or a Digsy’s Dinner? Our music writers weigh in
On 21 July 2000, I had not long turned 15. I boarded a bus from Brighton to London with my best mate, neither of us being entirely truthful with our parents about where we were going, on our way to the gig of our lives: Oasis at Wembley stadium. We were too young to have seen our favourite band at Knebworth, or Maine Road or all the other shows of Oasis lore. But I remember seeing Knebworth on TV: Liam Gallagher strolling on to that stage as though he owned the very sky above them, all in white as Columbia started up, and all I could think was: “I need to be part of this.” When Be Here Now came out in 1997, I queued round the block at my local Woolworths and listened to nothing else until The Masterplan came out a year later – an album of B-sides so brilliant it deserved its own release.
