Month: May 2002

Liam and Noel Gallagher of Oasis both love talking about Radiohead. The May issue of Q magazine has an interview with brothers and of course, the subject of Radiohead was brought up:

WERE YOU GOOD HUSBANDS?
N: I get unfairly singled out about marriage. No one asks Thom Yorke about his marriage.
L: She’s probably a miserable bastard like him. The miserable ginger dwarf and his miserable wife. Who wants to know about them?
RADIOHEAD AREN’T THAT BAD THOUGH, ARE THEY?
N: No! Radiohead don’t want anyone else involved in that little thing they’ve got going on. Their thing is: Don’t look at us. Don’t photo us. Don’t interview us. In fact, don’t listen to our music. Where does it end? It ends with Thom Yorke saying I’ve written the most fantastic piece of classical music ever but the only way you can hear it is by jamming a jack plug into my ear.
L: They’re a band of Morris dancers.
N: They seem so pissed off being in a band. That doesn’t inspire kids to pick up guitars. They’re moaning about the marketing, the videos. If i was 15 I’d think, I’ll get a job down the car wash. Whereas us, we love it. It’s the best job in the world. Granted, some of the stuff on Amnesiac is brilliant. The Bends is the bollocks. Karma Police is mega. But they don’t want people to like their music so they can go fuck themselves.
YOU’VE MADE IT CLEAR YOU’RE UNIMPRESSED WITH THE CURRENT STATE OF ROCK MUSIC. IS THE NEW ALBUM GOING TO SHAKE THINGS UP?
N: We don’t need to prove anything to anyone. At the end of the day you can go to a Radiohead show and stroke your fucking beard and watch the miserable cunt complaining, or come see us, put your arm around your best mate and have it.
L: What do you want for fuck’s sake? Tell me what you want from us.
PROGRESS?
N: Is anyone making mind-bending music anymore? We’re a rock’n’roll group. We’re not fucking Blur.
L: We’re not fucking wizards. We’re four blokes from Manchester who happen to be in the BEST BAND IN THE WORLD.
N: We’re all heathens. Few of us practise a faith but we’re after something. I’m after something. I’ll say no more than that in case I start to sound like Thom Yorke.
L: And that my friend is the day this band is over.

(thanks to kelly)