From Uncut, a well respected UK magazine (ie not exactly tabloid tosh):

"Oasis - Don't Believe the Truth 2/5

Sixth album from champions of Britpop

Ever since 1997's Be Here Now, the critical - and one suspects popular - view of each new Oasis album has been the same: sigh at the daft title, scrabble for signs of the old Burnage brilliance and surmise that, hey, following this creative pipe-cleaning process, the next album will surely be a belter. then promptly listen to it once and file next to the dustmite colonies coating Heathen Chemistry. Since last year's triumphant DVD edition of Definately Maybe, however, the stakes have been imperceptibly raised. Why indulge a half-power Oasis 10 years on from their peak?

Such are the problems appraoching Don't Beleive the Truth. Where the Stones regularly ventured toward new horizons as the years rolled by, Oasis - as the aborted Death In Vegas sessions prove - are either unwilling or unable to leave a seemingly infinite Beatlesverse where the mid-'60's jangling goes on forever. Ocassionally, the sparks still fly. "Lyla" - a shameless hijacking of the driving riff-rock of tour pals Soundtrack Of Our Lives - is an adrenalised reminder of the band who once re-landscaped Knebworth. And Gem Archer's "A Bell Will Ring"will send shivers down the spine of those for whom "And Your Bird Can Sing" always ends too soon. elsewhere, however, the lack of urgency makes it feel like we're eavesdropping on a well-heeled Britpop Survivors Group rather than the site of fresh rock 'n' roll alchemy.

Noel seems particularly unfussed on his five songs. "The Importance Of Being Idle" is an update of the popstar whimsy of The Kinks' "Sunny Afternoon", while Mucky Fingers is a bizarre Velvets-style stomp boasting the line "You can squeeze into the Emporer's clothes!" which at leats proves he turned the radio at some point in 2003.

The best of Liam's three contributions, "Guess God Thinks I'm Abel" (sic) is a passable acoustic cousin to "Songbird", which means it's left to Andy Bell to provide the power ballads - and you know what that means. By the final Rutles-lite of "Let There Be Love", even diehard fans will be begging for the engineer to start the fade-out early.

At which point the irony of the title becomes clear. You can still love Oasis, you just can't beleive in them anymore."

I haven't actually heard the album yet, except Lyla, and wasn't too impressed by any of their offerings this side of of the millenium, but it does kind of seem like the reviewer made his mind up before he listened to the album so he could say that stuff about every new Oasis album being "the same: sigh at the daft title ...".

The magazine do sometimes get reviews wrong, but generally they are quite accurate. Hopefully this is one of the blips.

Classic Rock, another UK magazine was a bit more encouraging:

"Don't Beleive The Truth - 8/10

After a decade treading musical water, the Gallaghers' sixth album sounds ambitious and inspired

On March 2, 1996, Noel Gallghers' muse swaggered down the front steps of it's owner's West London mansion and went on the run. That was the day Don't Look Back In Anger hit the top of the UK charts, and the last time people truly beleived Oasis could do no wrong. In the nine years since then, the Gallagher muse has been sighted only rarely, and never with wuite the same twinkle in it's eye. For all their Beatles' comparisons, asis are slowly morphing into The Rolling Stones. Many still view the band with huge affection, but in terms of the music, there can't be many people still holding their breath for another Definately Maybe.

Sixth album Don't Beleive The Truth starts badly. For one thing, its title is another of those psuedo-prophetic statements Noel Gallagher is so fond of (Be Here Now, anyone?). And for another, its opener - the