While Liam and Noel don’t fall under the category as the above disgraced men, it still feels ironic how much I have idolised them and their music throughout my life. My feminism extends to how I feel about racism, disability rights, trans rights, structural inequality and the treatment of many more minority groups. The Gallagher brothers don’t exactly align with my politics or wider beliefs. At all.

In recent years, Noel has criticised Glastonbury Festival for being woke, yo-yo’d back and forth over whether we should oppose Brexit and ranted about the high house prices in Brighton while I watched him perform live on the beach, even though he reportedly lives in (*checks notes*) London’s wealthy Maida Vale. Liam has recently apologised to his fans online after posting a since-deleted racial slur that is used to mock East Asian people on X (formerly Twitter).

The band also sits dead in the centre of lad culture. Did lad culture come first, or did Oasis? It’s surely a chicken and egg situation. And somehow, the music makes me glory in the Stone Island parka vibes and the Fred Perry polos, even though the more toxic sides of lad culture make me cringe and bristle with anger and defensiveness in equal measure.

Michel Linssen

The older I get, the more I find myself rolling my eyes at both brothers. But the music is a whole other story.

Oasis could quite literally soundtrack most milestone moments of my life from the age of fourteen to perhaps 21 years old, so acute was the influence of their music. Certain songs are permanently intertwined with memories of certain house parties, holidays, school trips and – inevitably – doomed romantic relationships that I now see as precious, crucial memories and life lessons.

I’ve watched both Liam and Noel perform live several times, with two stand-out instances being a Birmingham date of Noel’s 2012 tour – which still goes down as one of the best nights of my life – and a bittersweet 2018 Liam gig in Finsbury Park that marked the beginning of seven happy years living in the London neighbourhood. I can still clearly remember sitting on a friend’s shoulders screaming along to Live Forever and wondering if I will ever feel this alive and happy again.