"Sing football songs amongst yourselves," Noel quipped, before remarking that Canadians are known for something else. "F****g ice hockey and shit." "Don't you just love it — a little bit of chaos when the weather comes," Liam followed Noel's observation with. "All that sunshine; it's not good for ya." It is the closest thing to an interaction we get between the two for the entire night. And it is likely by design; like a 90s sitcom about feuding siblings, it appears almost as if the brothers have opted to lay a metaphorical strip of tape down the middle of the stage. You stay on your side, and I stay on mine. And we might just survive one another. However safe that renders the tickets of expectant crowds in Chicago, L.A. or Mexico City, it does make for something of an anticlimactic resolution to all that hype. Even between the occasionally caustic (but always funny) banter from Liam, the utterly professional division between the two leads to an end result that can best be described as workmanlike. Instead of brawling chaos, Oasis seems to have leaned into their name in their twilight years. Assuming that oasis was stuck somewhere in the middle of an exceedingly safe parking lot.
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