Oasis (Heaton Park Manchester)
The second Oasis stepped back on stage at Heaton Park, it wasn’t just a gig — it was a cultural reset. A seismic moment in British music history that lived up to every rumour, every whisper, every ounce of anticipation that’s built for nearly two decades. The band that shaped my love for music, my identity as a Manchester City fan, and so many parts of who I am… were finally home.
I’ve listened to Oasis for as long as I’ve had ears. They’ve been the soundtrack to growing up. From singing along on car journeys, to blasting Wonderwall in Istanbul after City won the treble — they’ve been with me every step of the way. So when I got that golden ticket to their reunion gig, I knew I was holding something historic. And I was surrounded by friends, family, people I’ve laughed and cried with — all about to experience something we never truly believed would happen.
Into the Madness
We had front standing tickets, right in the middle of the storm. Arms draped round each other. Pint cups launched into the sky. From the second Liam and Noel walked out arm in arm and hit that first chord of Hello, the place erupted.
There’s no metaphor big enough to hold how that felt. It was everything. It was football, festivals, youth — all colliding in a field in Manchester.
The first 25 minutes were complete chaos — limbs everywhere. Song after song after song of pure energy. The setlist was near perfect (apart from the painful Lyla omission — still not over it). But you couldn’t fault the choices. Every chorus was sung back louder than the band. Every riff sent the field into frenzy.
I’ve been to so many gigs. I’ve stood in crowds at major festivals. I’ve travelled for live music. Nothing comes close to this. The atmosphere was untouchable. It felt like being alive in a way I haven’t in a long time — no stress, no overthinking, just thousands of people loving the same band at the same time. It was magic.
The Aftermath
I walked away from Heaton Park that night floating. Genuinely changed by what I saw. The greatest gig I’ve ever been to by the longest stretch imaginable — and I honestly don’t think it’ll ever be topped.
And I know it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these reviews. But if Oasis can reunite after 16 years, I can pick this back up. It’s going to be a big summer — more blogs, vlogs, reviews, and chaos. Let’s go again.
Hello, Hello, ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!