I’m just going to say it - and yeah, plenty won’t like it - but the excitement around the Oasis reunion isn’t just about the tunes. It’s about Britain. About a time when things still sort of made sense. When the country felt more grounded, more stable, less like it was spiralling into some third-world, open borders clusterfuck. The music matters, of course... but so does the memory of a nation that hadn’t completely lost the plot.