Noel Gallagher does not seem to have temporarily lost the credit of the most faithful followers of Oasis, significantly large since the appearance of the band in the music scene in the early nineties. So it seems legitimate to infer the success of his solo tour accompanied by The High Flying Birds, a band formed expressly for recording and performing his new songs. In fact, his next concert in Berlin on the 9th of March (http://www.noelgallagher.com/ # gigs/european-tour-2012/huxleys-neue-welt-09-03) has been moved from the Huxley Neue Welt hall, to the significantly more spacious Max-Schmeling hall, given the tremendous demand for tickets that the event generated in the city.

Perhaps the same can’t be said of how his first solo album has been received by critics. Not because it is a particularly bad album, Gallagher has not lost the knack of writing songs with catchy melodies, but because they expected much more from someone who spent years complaining that he was maimed his most experimental innovative and creative spirit by the demands of a band that had become excessively accommodative.
There have always been critics willing to accuse Noel Gallagher of a damaging banality, idiocy and reification of the rock / pop songs that dealt a fatal blow to the independent scene, as well as the shortage of those who hoped that the former songwriter of Oasis a qualitative leap that will redeem his embarrassing public statements and the creative slump of the last album of the group, become a parody of himself with less and less grace and talent. In this respect, maybe a couple of verses, “What if I am already dead? / How will I know?” from Stop the Clocks, the song that closes his first album with Birds Flying High, be particularly significant. The way to know if you are not already dead is naturally making a new album (judging by the lyrics of the named song, it doesn’t seem particularly recommended that Gallagher engages in philosophy). Although Gallagher’s new adventure is a bit more daring than his previous albums with Oasis, it’s essentially the same. Perhaps Gallagher now sounds more Kinks, galaxies distance to the incomparable talent as a songwriter Ray Davies, and the Stones “We Love You”, which the Beatles, but everything still sounds like the objectification of something already seen.
The concert will not disappoint Oasis’ fans, who rent apartments in Berlin or to the nostalgic, increasing value in these times without a future.



















