25 years ago today, a popular beat combo outfit were visited upon us. Sent by wily Scotsman Alan McGee, Oasis released their first log playing record and it was good.

There was nothing new about Definitely Maybe in terms of rock and roll music but then it’s arguable that there is anything new under the sun. Nonetheless, a generation of 20-something men loved the swaggering fool on the microphone and the broody, talented one on guitar who actually wrote the songs.

The songs were either slow or fast rockers, with the odd slow song shoved in. The guitar was electric and the riffs oddly familiar. They sold millions of records and played the biggest concerts. The Gallaghers bestrode the rock business like a colossus or two. The lyrics, however, were some of the worst in the history of lyrics. Cop a load of this lot:

“Mister Sifter sold me songs 
when I was just sixteen 
Now he stops at traffic lights  
but only when they’re green”

“I need to be myself 
I can’t be no one else 
I’m feeling supersonic 
Give me gin and tonic”

“There we were now here we are 
All this confusion nothings the same to me 
There we were now here we are 
All this confusion nothings the same to me” 

You couldn’t make this stuff up, except that Noel Gallagher surely did, almost certainly with the assistance of a rhyming dictionary.

I know that to many people, the words don’t matter. It’s all about the music and the performance and I can assure you I own enough music with utterly meaningless lyrics. Africa, anyone?

Despite the nonsensical words, Definitely Maybe was undoubtedly the best Oasis album and, in my humble opinion, each album that followed was not as good/worse, depending on your point of view. I don’t think Oasis ever made what folk call a ‘classic album’ but I suppose it’s all about taste (or the lack of it)!

Happy anniversary, though, chaps. Liam is still playing the same stuff and Noel, without the drag of Oasis holding him back, is making some of his best. Let’s leave it that way.