Review: Oasis at Principality Stadium, Cardiff (4 July 2025)
Rating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5)
“The guns have fallen silent. The stars have aligned. The great wait is over. Come see. It will not be televised.”
That was all Oasis gave us. Five lines. No names. No promises. Posted last August and left to hang there, impossible to believe. I sat in a seat I’d paid too much for and thought of V Festival 2009. Thought about all the reasons it might not happen. Until it did.
Liam Gallagher walked on like he owned the place, because he still does. Noel, older, quieter, and clearly fucking nervous, stared at his guitar like it might vanish. Behind them, a drummer whose name Noel didn’t bother to share, cautious on the cymbals, playing like he’d been told to behave. It wasn’t perfect. Didn’t need to be.
The songs were what mattered. Fade Away punched like a fresh bruise. Slide Away filled the place like gospel, loud enough to bury every wasted year. Nothing was tired. Nothing dragged. Oasis turned up, played the hits, took the cash, and left.
Full Oasis setlist:
Fuckin’ in the Bushes (walk-on)
Hello
Acquiesce
Morning Glory
Some Might Say
Bring It on Down
Cigarettes & Alcohol
Fade Away
Supersonic
Roll With It
Talk Tonight (Noel)
Half the World Away (Noel)
Little By Little (Noel)
D’You Know What I Mean?
Stand By Me
Cast No Shadow
Slide Away
Whatever
Live Forever
Rock ’n’ Roll Star
Encore:
The Masterplan (Noel)
Don’t Look Back in Anger (Noel)
Wonderwall
Champagne Supernova
Cast opened, lively as ever. Power was energetic as fuck, exactly what the evening needed. Ashcroft followed like the king of British music he clearly is,assured, cool, and sharp. His six-song set was one of the best I’ve ever seen. Shout out to him for playing Space and Time. Absolute gem.
The Principality Stadium, roof shut tight, made every chant feel close, necessary. Young faces all around, kitted out in new Oasis x Adidas gear. Trainers box fresh. Looking like they’d found something they didn’t realise was missing. Maybe they’ll pick up guitars. Maybe this was enough.
Was it a comeback? Or just a payday? Doesn’t matter. Oasis isn’t a band now, it’s business. Rumours about Knebworth next year already swirling because why not? The Gallaghers decide the terms. The fans decide if they’ll pay. The answer, always, is yes.
Tonight wasn’t nostalgia. It wasn’t sentiment. It was a reminder of something still here, still urgent. Still fucking real. Imperfect. Necessary. Delivered.
