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The best band since the Beatles? Naah. Okay, the best
Beatlesque band since the Beatles, not counting Badfinger? I say maybe. In any case, Paolo Hewitt's breathless, ungrammatical bio is a treat, mainly for its day-by-day documentation of exactly how the Brothers Gallagher just can't seem to get along. These belligerent Mancunians bicker, denounce each other to the press, and resort to fisticuffs at the drop of a hat. Noel is always giving Liam right proper stick, or vice-versa. And while the other band members end up with second-banana roles, they don't lag far behind in the hedonism derby, as witness this pharmaceutically-enhanced performance in Manchester: "By the time they got on-stage, they were seriously gone. Bonehead played with three cigarettes in his mouth, Noel was E'd up, Guigsy fell off the stage and McCarroll forgot to tighten the nuts on his cymbals so when he first hit them, his drum kit half- collapsed." The rest is history.
From Library Journal
Too many rock group biographies are written because the artist is popular at the moment, not because there is anything interesting to say about the group. Getting High is an unfortunate case in point. Oasis is a talented young band whose records have performed very impressively in the United States and Britain, but the group has only been together for a few years. Thus, the book provides nothing more than a dreary chronicle of the band's life on the road, a life that seems to consist entirely of drinking, complaining, and fraternal squabbles. Hewitt (The Jam, Trafalgar Square, 1997) writes in a breezy style that frequently lapses into cliches and even bathos?the Nineties are "about freedom. The freedom to take drugs, hold raves, protect the environment." Moreover, the band's music is actually given rather short shrift. Purchase only as demand requires.?Rick Anderson, Penacook, N.H.
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