Oasis
Be Here Now

Be Here Now doesn’t tiptoe in—it kicks the damn door off its hinges and lights a cigarette before the smoke clears. Released in 1997 at the height of Oasis’ cultural grip, this is less a record than a monument to excess. Every song stretches past its welcome, and that’s part of the fun. It’s a band too big to fail and too cocksure to care.

Oasis - Be Here Now (1997)
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What keeps the album from sinking under its own weight is the sheer audacity of the thing. Liam Gallagher howls like someone was dared to out-sing the sky, and Noel stacks guitars like he’s building a staircase to nowhere. You can hear the cocaine in the mix—restless, inflated, glowing with misplaced confidence. And yet, even through the fog of bravado, there’s something unshakably charming. It’s rock and roll drunk on its own reflection.

Don’t go looking for restraint here. This is wall-to-wall noise, every snare echoing like a declaration, every lyric dripping with half-remembered Lennonisms and northern swagger. But somehow, it doesn’t collapse. It lumbers forward, overstuffed and wild-eyed, refusing to apologize. Maybe that’s what makes it weirdly brilliant—it’s too much in all the right ways.

Choice Tracks

D’You Know What I Mean?

Confirmed on the album. This is Oasis throwing rocks at stadium walls. Layers of distortion, a sluggish beat, and a vocal that dares you to keep up. A sprawling opener that sets the bloated tone perfectly.

Stand By Me

Also on the album. Beneath the bombast is a genuine melody and a sentiment that sneaks up on you. It’s one of the few moments on the record that aims for the heart instead of the ego—and lands.

Don’t Go Away

On the album and quietly its most affecting moment. The orchestration swells without drowning the core message. Liam sounds almost vulnerable, and that ache cuts through all the haze.

My Big Mouth

Yes, it’s here, and it’s a noisy little tantrum of a track. Brash riffs and spitfire vocals crash together in the least subtle, most effective way. An unfiltered shot of Oasis ego.



Be Here Now is a loud, bloated, swaggering beast of an album that dares you to hate it. It’s over-the-top, indulgent, and totally in love with itself—and somehow, that’s the charm. Oasis didn’t dial it in. They turned it up until the dial broke.