I've bitched endlessly in the hallowed pages of Flash and shall continue to do so until everyone hears and internalized this undisputed, undeniable truth: THE BRITISH HAVE AN INFINITELY BETTER MUSIC SCENE THAN WE DO. Period. If you think otherwise, you are wrong. Dozen of bands could be cited as proof of their superiority, but one need not go further than "Definitely Maybe," the debut disc from the Manchester based quartet, Oasis.

Like their spiritual fathers, The Beatles, Oasis write songs that absolutely everyone can relate to; forget the solipsistic, personal whinings of almost every current American rock group. Example: "I'm feeling supersonic, give me gin and tonic," Oasis "Supersonic" vs. "Oh, the agony, (indecipherable mumble)Éall things suck 'cause of (grunts some obscure cause) and I wanna dieeee." Good, open a vein and let the rest of us with more than four functioning brain cells delve into Oasis.

Musically, they sound like a band who have been around for ages; that's not calling them stale by any stretch of the imagination; they have already developed a tight sound, where most newer groups are still fumbling around each other in a futile attempt for some cohesion. "Live Forever," "Shakermaker" and "Cigarettes and Alcohol" all testify to this talent. Let me hear an amen, brother.

From the very beginning to the much too soon conclusion, these Brits open up a whole can of whoop ass on we sorry Yanks. The founding fathers would have reconsidered to break free from the U.K. if they would've known of this revolution.

Hail Britannia.

Reviewer:  Sarah LeClaire, courtesy of Flash Magazine.

Well, I couldn't pass on this. These guys suck. What's so new about them? You can turn on any rock radio station in the world and here this same thing, just being done by a different group. And they aren't like the Beatles. The Beatles weren't just about songs. They delved into arranging like no one before (and since).

Granted, they do sound tight, but does that make a band great? Hardly.

Reviewer:  Frank Renda.