Member Sally Gallagher sent this translation of an article which appeared in the Italian News Paper La Republica a week back...she's pretty pissed off about it...what are your thoughts ?

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From Manchester to Ibiza. What happened? Story about how the Oasis brothers made the cd for the tenth anniversary. A smelly production…<br>
By Marco Philopat
Manchester ending 80s – Burnage – two street boys sniff glue from a plastic bag. They’re stuck to a dirty scraped wall and hide behind a car. Flocks of filthy and alcoholic unemployed hang around like ghosts with miner boots by now devastated – court and with no sole. The swollen feet in gangrene lean straight on the asphalt greasy of fried fish…<br>They bicker – swear – wet themselves… The older of the two brothers hasj ust sucked a double dose of Pattex… He stands up and lays down on the bonnet looking at the fauna of passers-by…The other one is still cuddled on the floor and is sniffing deeply… “You’re idiot Liam! I’ve always been telling you! Don’t you see there’s a hole and you aren’t blowing up fucking anything! You pretend to devastate yourself… you’re idiot!”.
“But…What are you saying Noel? I’m gone… I can’t even stand up… Otherwise I’d make you see how I’m gone!”.
“Then show me that! Let me understand if you have balls!”.
That stands up – get up on the car’s roof and start taking his trousers off… the other one follows him immediately… In few seconds they’re naked with
tossing penises. As on stage they start attract attention jumping and
singing a hymn to the glue… Police comes and brings them to prison. At the

police headquarters their father swears. Stomach bloated of beer –
disgusting breath. Gives pounds for fine to the cop and slaps two sons…
Punches, slaps and kicks on the way home…<br>
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Manchester beginning 90s – in test room inside Boardwalk studios both the brothers goof between the instruments. It’s the day after their band’s
first
gig. “You’re idiot Noel! Have you seen how cool was yesterday night? You’re always a pessimist dickhead!”.
“Don’t be a pain in the ass – before I came your fucking band was a rubbish…”. At once the brawl starts and is protracted at the next pub and then at the rave in a derelict industrial shed.
During the night they get calm gulping three big poppers down. “Who the fuck is the dj? Liam let’s go and say him something!”. “I know that dickhead…
He’s a fucking Scot… We must chuck him out the country… Let’s go Noel!”.
They seize the console in half a minute – and make play the Smiths, the Happy Mondays, the Stone Roses and also the Beatles… Those four songs are enough to get the hall empty. People have already moved to others sheds.
“Beatles? What the fucking music d’you put on? You’re idiot Noel!”. And the brawl starts again…<br>It’s dawn by now and having worn through the record-player’s points, Noel thinks to link his guitar to the system and Liam sings doped with a microphone…<br>A dandy showbizerman passes around there. With a tidying both the brothers can appear more beautiful than Beckham. He thinks.

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Manchester ending 90s – at the famous Abbey Road studios. Lines of cocaine on the nude backs of two top models got by the staff. Naked with flabby dicks, the two brothers sniff bored. “Your lyrics don’t mean anything anymore Noel! When I sing them I feel a dickhead!”.
“But you are a dickhead! Don’t you see you aren’t even able to fuck one of

these sluts?”. Look who’s talking! Look yourself!”.
“Of course! I’ve fucked so much all the night!”.
“Now I teach you…”. After a scene we censure the two girls run away crying and are stopped and paid for the service by mister showbiz while the pusher moves into action…<br>
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Spring 2004. Spain. – Both the cleaned-up boys stuff themselves with lobsters and prawns and talk about new Armani collection. “Enough with jackets trousers and ties… Noel… If we don’t bring out the new DVD they
fuck us…”. “I don’t give a damn about them… Any shit we make is a top-selling…”.

“Yes, it’s true Liam – now I’ve remembered some old songs… I go to the hotel, link the pc and print them – I make a big crapping on the floor. I put on the papers and call the production… With all these shellfishes I’m
gonna make a big diarrheic cake… Ahh Ahh!”. “Ahh! Ahh! I call.”<br>Some days after a man of the record company asks for Noel’s room keys – picks up the papers dirty of liquid shit – then calls the hack musicians and
books the studio…<br>
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September 2004 – epilogue – anywhere in the world. The DVD for the tenth anniversary of Oasis can finally be published …<br>