Right then, bach. Grab a pint, tighten your bucket hat, and pretend you’re stood in a muddy field somewhere between Merthyr and Manchester, because this is the moment Oasis fans across Cymru have been waiting for since… well, since Owen Money still had hair.
OASIS. ARE. BACK.
And now — OASIS HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THEIR MONSTER WORLD TOUR.
41 shows.
16 years of rumours, scraps, subtweets, and Noel calling Liam a “potato” every three months.
And a final gig that looked like the Eisteddfod, the Champions League Final and New Year’s Eve in Cardiff* all had a baby together.
Tidy.
🌍 THE COMEBACK TOUR THAT MADE THE WHOLE OF CYMRU SAY “ABOUT TIME, BUTT!”
Let’s be honest. Every rock fan from Swansea to Snowdonia has spent the last decade asking the BIG question:
“Will Oasis reunite before the sun dies, or is Liam too busy shadow-boxing on Twitter?”
And then BOOM — the announcement dropped.
The entire country went silent.
Mam shouted up the stairs.
Dai in work pretended he didn’t care but secretly booked three gigs.
Half of Neath fainted.
This wasn’t just a tour.
This was a national emergency-level cultural moment, mun.
🎆 THE FINAL SHOW LOOKED LIKE THE SKY ABOVE PONTY ON BONFIRE NIGHT
The image alone? Pure filth (in the good way).
Fireworks going off like your neighbour has discovered Buy One Get One Free at the illegal fireworks shop.
A crowd bigger than the Millennium Stadium on a Six Nations weekend.
A stage so massive it probably has its own postcode.
And then… THAT SUNSET SCREEN.
My god. Goosebumps.
Proper goosebumps.
Like “standing on Pen y Fan in February with no jacket” level goosebumps.
👊 THE GALLAGHERS – STILL FIGHTING, STILL ICONIC, STILL CHAOTIC AS A NIGHT OUT IN WIND STREET
Liam came out swinging like a man who’d downed three cans of Monster and a packet of Mighty McCoys.
Noel looked like he’d rather be anywhere else — Tesco, Wickes, a silent meditation retreat in Llandudno — but he still came out and delivered riffs cleaner than a freshly polished rugby trophy.
And would you believe it?
At one point… they smiled at each other.
A tiny smile.
A micro-smirk.
Barely visible.
But we all saw it, mun.
We all saw it.
Wales collectively shouted:
“TIDY! THEY’RE FRIENDS AGAIN!”
For about 10 seconds anyway.
🎵 THE SETLIST WAS AN ABSOLUTE BELTER – A 90s LOVE LETTER TO YOUR SOUL
They didn’t mess about. They went straight for the jugular.
🎵 Supersonic
🎵 Slide Away (YES MUN)
🎵 Cigarettes & Alcohol – the unofficial anthem of town centres across Wales
🎵 Don’t Look Back in Anger – AKA the Welsh Catholic hymn sung at every party since 1996
🎵 Live Forever – if you didn’t cry at this point, you’re lying
🎵 CHOON after CHOON after CHOON
And of course…
🎵 Wonderwall
The one your uncle plays every Christmas.
The one you pretend to hate but secretly adore.
The one that makes 50,000 people scream “ABOUT TIME, BUTT!” in unison.
🥲 THE EMOTION? OOFT. LIKE SOMEONE SWITCHED ON THE TAP.
When those final chords rang out, you could feel Cymru’s collective heart do a little wobble.
People were crying.
People were hugging strangers.
One bloke proposed.
Another bloke fell over.
A third bloke shouted “UP THE CELTS!” for no reason.
It was lush.
Absolutely lush.
🏁 SO WHAT NOW THEN, MUN?
Will the Gallaghers finally get on?
Will Liam go solo again and name his album Noel’s Still A Melt?
Will Noel create an entire album of songs complaining about Liam breathing too loudly?
Who knows.
Who cares.
Right now, what we DO know is this:
**OASIS CAME BACK.
OASIS CONQUERED.
AND FOR ONE BEAUTIFUL TOUR — THE WORLD FELT TIDY AGAIN.** 🤘🔥🏴
