A hilarious unofficial tribute to the most opinionated and entertainingly cantankerous band in rock and roll history.

Hello and listen up. In 1994, with the shock of the lightning that was Oasis’s force-of-nature debut album, the British band’s cigarettes-and-alcohol-fueled founding brothers Liam and Noel Gallagher went supernova all around the world. Most artists would have responded to this fame by opting to cast no shadow, saying less in public, or at least being more cautious when they did, reluctant to add to the weight of the world on their shoulders. Not Liam and Noel, who did a strange thing. As if born on a different cloud, they refused to be quiet ones and acquiesce to the typical masterplan for celebrity.

For the next thirty years, they never stopped opening their big mouths and shouting out loud their opinions on everything underneath the sky. Whether as stormy as a cloudburst, as playful as a shakermaker, as wise as a headshrinker in a rockin’ chair, as uncouth as a girl in a dirty shirt with mucky fingers, or as lewd as fuckin’ in the bushes, their heathen chemistry was always electric—some might say as addictive as morning glory. Oasis Talking Shite celebrates these songbirds’ refreshing candor, constructing a magic pie of memorable quotes and photographs into a wall of wonder. Here they go let it out on nearly every topic imaginable, including religion, politics, technology, sports, aging, America, aliens, the Big Bang Theory, open-toed shoes, Christmas, SpongeBob SquarePants, other bands, and of course their all-time favorite subject: each other.

Timed to the long-awaited Oasis reunion tour in summer 2025, in which they are keeping the dream alive despite just getting older, this book will help you stop crying your eyes out if you didn’t get tickets. In fact, it’s an eyeball tickler. D’you know what I mean? It’s something to read while waiting for the rapture. It won’t let you down and gives you something about which to talk tonight or on a Sunday morning call—an opportunity to look back in appreciation (not anger) as well as a reminder of why Liam and Noel will never slide away and definitely (not maybe) live forever as two of the most supersonic rock ‘n’ roll stars to ever turn up the sun. So put yer money where yer mouth is, bring it on down to the bookstore register, and bag it up.

Not the Gallagher Brothers are not the Gallagher brothers (in case there was still any confusion), but they do share a love of rock ‘n’ roll, parkas, crisps, Man City, and talking shite.