Oasis in 2027 finally look to the present

Drones flying over Manchester’s Etihad Stadium, in the style of the 2025 tour, finally revealed yesterday the 38 dates (for now) of Oasis’s 2027 tour. For their second round of concerts following their reunion, the Gallagher brothers have also scheduled dates in continental Europe and Italy. Two concerts are scheduled in Rome: on 29 and 30 July 2027 at the Stadio Olimpico. Tickets are expected to go on sale this week (to purchase a ticket, registration on oasisnet.com is required by 5:00 pm on Thursday 17 September), and demand is already intense: die-hard fans are competing with casual fans, as well as those who attended the 2025 shows and those attempting to secure a place now. Given the anticipated demand, tickets are unlikely to meet everyone’s needs.

The question on everyone’s lips is: “But you were there in 2025 – will you be there in 2027 too?”. Of course. Because 2025 won’t come round again. That was the comeback after fifteen years, a tour capable of selling out the world with a single photograph, when no one was sure that music’s most quarrelsome brothers would actually manage to get back together again.

This is the heart of “Don’t Look Back in Anger”, the Disney documentary film presented in Venice and already screened in cinemas for a single showing. It does not recount the row: it recounts the return. Not the past, but the way of living in the present. For those who weren’t there and, above all, for those who were. I was in Edinburgh on 8 August 2025. The whole city seemed decked out in Oasis: Adidas from head to toe, bucket hats, blue Spezial trainers, Oasis 25 football shirts. Even the merchandise was a ritual, with pop-up shops and products that were impossible to find: only true fans were allowed in. Exactly what they’d want for tickets today.

The film shows that it wasn’t just a concert. One of the most striking moments occurs when Liam, prior to ‘Cigarettes & Alcohol’, calls for the Poznan: the audience turns its back on the stage, embraces one another and jumps in unison. A stadium-style choreography in which identity matters more than what is happening on the pitch. Audience members embrace strangers and, in that gesture, appear to make peace with themselves, with their fellow attendees, and with the world. Ultimately, the documentary is revealed to be a meditation on forgiveness.

A few snapshots of the past are enough. 1991: Oasis are formed, “we were very arrogant”. Irish working class transplanted to Manchester: parkas, bucket hats, tracksuits, Fred Perry, football, the provinces. 2009: Paris, the split. Fifteen years later, a photo heralds their return. Sold out everywhere. Six months of rehearsals, barely speaking to one another. The night before the debut, Liam did not turn up for the final rehearsal. Then, twenty minutes before the start, he took Noel by the hand, led him onto the stage and raised his hand to the sky. It was done. They were Oasis once again.

The film captures them almost from beneath the stage, like a Big Brother-style reality show of the concert of the century. Every stop has a fan and a song. The catharsis comes when Noel admits: “He puts a tambourine on his head and looks cool. If I did that, I’d look like an idiot.” A priest from Manchester explains the rest: “How many times shall you forgive your brother? Seventy times seven.” Biblical, say the fans. That’s the point: the resentment doesn’t disappear, but it stops ruling the roost.

The film concludes with a rule: “If you’re going to be a wanker, at least be an entertaining one.” Siblings’ arguments are the fiercest: one must care deeply to reach the point where one no longer cares at all. Forgiving is not forgetting the wrong: it is ceasing to allow it to cause further pain.

It is also a film about fathers and sons. Young people born well after the 1990s know every word. A Chinese lad, the San Lorenzo ultras turning ‘Wonderwall’ into a chant, two Korean fisherwomen on ‘Acquiesce’. It’s not nostalgia: it’s a language passed down from one generation to the next. Beer, football, work, friendship. And Oasis, who don’t judge: they don’t tell you to get back on your feet straight away; first they lie down in the mud with you, then you get back up together.

Liam says: “We’ve changed; when I was twenty, I used to drink until four.” Noel: “Now until 3.55.” That’s all there is to it. Just like in Poznan: the past should be looked at without anger; you turn your back on it and carry on jumping. Be silly, make mistakes. You’ll think about it tomorrow. Forgive, but do not forget; learn the lesson and leave the pain behind. Audiences leave the cinema crying, singing, or jumping. No regrets: just life and music. Don’t look back in anger. Oasis saves.