MusicTank

Hello, we are living in Britain in 2008.  It is both spectacular and amazing.  We have everything at our fingertips and we are happily sailing onboard the HMS Unlimited Internet Access to discover brave new worlds, exciting new opportunities and pubs where you're still allowed to smoke indoors.  Despite the fact that The Future Itself is calling us, reassuring us that everything will be OK, there are still some parts of this country pining for a past that was merely a stepping stone to today; but they are seeing the past as the final destination and not a necessary (if unattractive) part of the journey.

This can be the only explanation for not just one but TWO Oasis albums topping a poll of HMV shoppers and Q readers (both themselves struggling to 'get' digital, it should be pointed out).  Nostalgia is the psoriasis of the modern age, but this voting of Oasis as having made the two greatest British albums of all time is a step (backwards) too far.  It's not just nostalgia for the mid-Nineties; it's nostalgia for two albums that were, themselves, nostalgic for an over-idealised Sixties utopia that the creators had no first-hand experience of and no credible frame of reference for.  They might as well have been nostalgic for the Crimean war.  Or having no opposable thumbs.  Oh, I forgot, it's Oasis we're talking about...

Maybe we're actually living out 2001: A Space Odyssey for real and we'll end up in some barren landscape as two monkey-humans hop around banging sticks against two giant monoliths with "Definitely Maybe" and "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" written on them.  And then the final shot will be of them looking confused at the contents of their bulging space-monkey-nappies.  Which reminds me, I think Oasis have a new album out this year.