I forget which one’s the band name and which one’s the song title…

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Katherine St Asaph: If you think this single’s optimistic, it’s so insufferable you’d like to shoot down every damn bird chirping about dreams and heroes and rainbows, and it’ll justify all the shit flung over the years at Noel and his terrible band name. If you think it’s pessimistic, though, that’d better suit the piano line’s dirge jostled to agitation and the keening guitar. It’d make lyrics like “it may be a dream, but it tastes like poison” and “you might lose your mind” work as bile does. It might also make you tear up like I am.
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Josh Langhoff: A charmless ode to the benefits and travails of rock stardom. When he sings, “I’m gonna take that tiger outside for a ride”, why do I fear it’s not a metaphor?
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Anthony Easton: I am amused at the purity of Noel Gallagher’s rock and roll vision; it’s nice to see the whole Anglo-American tussle over the ontological nature of guitars still being traded back and forth over the Atlantic. I wish that I cared more about this, but it’s smarter and better constructed than most. Plus, the long instrumental bits are well worth it. Minus two points for how anemic the woo-hoos sound. 
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Doug Robertson: High flying birds, low hanging fruit. At least there was once a time when Noel tried to punch above his weight, but now he clearly feels that the machine built predictability of Coldplay is something to aspire to. No-one should ever feel like that. No-one.
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Brad Shoup: Baggy’s a weird look for Noel. He sings with precise measure and well-held notes, like someone trying not to fuck up Rock Band for the group. The Birds trail out a consistent percussive roil, nearly danceable, totally ominous.
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Edward Okulicz: Wonderful driving piano riff, boring song on top, though points for going outside his comfort zones both vocally and compositionally. AKA… What a Waste!
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Alfred Soto: Mixing this real loud so we don’t forget this is a manifesto or something, Noel Gallagher reminds us that while he loves the Beatles he has the instincts of George Harrison. He’s even got platitudes, spiritual or otherwise, to share: chasing down rainbows and taking tigers outside for a ride over Lightning Seeds keyboard. What’s Paul Weller up to these days?
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Sally O’Rourke: If Kasabian insist on being the new Oasis, Noel Gallagher may as well try being the new Kasabian.
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