Before the release of their single [Supersonic], the band continued to tour, picking up a curmudgeonly review from NME and ensuring that the writer, Johnny Cigarettes, went straight to the top of the band's hate list. That one hiccup apart, the band's self-confidence was soaring. The first signs that they intended to bring their scally roots with them came after a low-key gig in Gleneagles when they drank the bar dry and stole a whole load of motorized lawnmowers to make their escape, dementedly mowing their way into the distance. It was the kind of gloriously dumb gesture that was to mark out much of their early existence and guaranteed plenty of column inches, first in the music press and then, as a sign of real success, in the tabloids.
—from Take Me There: Oasis The Story by Paul Mathur; Chapter 4 Live in the Studio (1996)