"It was as if the land caught fire and then everyone got on the boat in time."
They are arrogant, chaotic, stinky, beautiful, troublesome, arrogant, freewheeling, and full of restlessness.
They seem to be born so cool, the most ordinary clothes are so well-dressed that their gestures are worthy of parody.
They fell apart, fought hard, and then reunited as before, hooking their shoulders.
They have never been great public role models and opinion leaders.
They also have unparalleled talent and the purest and most primitive love for music. Those gentle melodies and emotions can still give me soul tremors after twenty-five years.
Their full, even excess vitality has a fatal attraction to me, who follows the rules step by step. "It's no big deal," I thought unconsciously.
Even Oasis, the name they picked at random—its pronunciation, its meaning, its Chinese translation, and the association it brings, I think it’s too romantic to die.
It's hard to have such a band anymore. It can be seen that some domestic bands are trying their best to imitate, but somehow only feel greasy and uncomfortable.
I love it so badly, I want to give ten stars, five stars to Oasis and five stars to the documentary itself, I really like the form of collage. It's hard not to cry when The Masterplan appears at the end of the credits.
Mad for it and LIVE FOREVER.
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