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Liam Gallagher at Glastonbury 2019 review – rehashed former glories

Pyramid stage
The younger Gallagher brother continued his Glasto residency with a set of transcendent Oasis classics – and the occasional unasked for solo song

After Lewis Capaldi performed on the Other stage wearing a T-shirt with Noel Gallagher’s face on it in response to his recent barbs about him, Liam Gallagher missed a trick not coming on in a T-shirt bearing Capaldi’s face, therefore completing the circle of trolling of the Gallagher brother most deficient in humour. Still, Liam’s Pyramid stage set isn’t exactly lacking in animosity towards his chèr frère: he labels him “a little fart” and mocks his dismissal of Oasis’s greatest hits.

Evidently it’s not a position Liam shares, dedicating a good half of his set to the band’s back catalogue. He comes on to the riff from Fucking in the Bushes, just as Oasis did at their massive Wembley shows in 2000, and performs Rock’n’Roll Star. It feels like a territorial land grab in the face of young pretenders – later he thanks Michael and Emily Eavis for “letting me continue my Glasto residency” – and to a degree he’s earned it: nobody looks more the part, with his hands clasped at the bottom of his spine, top lip hanging off the microphone like a rottweiler refusing to relinquish a rubber toy. Even from the outer fringes of the stacked main stage, where the speakers make the guitars of (What’s the Story) Morning Glory sound like a washing machine on the blink, the effect is still transcendent. But how much can he lay claim to the crown when it’s based on rehashing former glories – and, as Stormzy proved, when the concept of rock stardom has evolved light years beyond his 90s heyday?

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