Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds.

Sibling rivalry and the sport of one one-upmanship is alive and well in the Gallagher household.
First we had Liam upsetting the apple cart when he silenced the critics with his Beady Eye release, and everyone - including myself - grudgingly admitted that brother Noel, who is often considered the real talent of the two, may have a problem in matching 'our kids' endeavours.
The faithful rallied at that point and stated loudly and clearly that Noel was the voice and song writing talent of Oasis, and once he did manage to get his material out then young cocky Liam would have to eat crow and accept that his big bro was, and always would be, the uber talented Gallagher.
Now, with his High Flying Birds, Noel is back, and after all that time crafting his response to Beady Eye the results are...............well rather lacklustre.
Sid James would be proud as Noel has simply carried on regardless with an album that could very easily be the next in line to chart the decline of the once wonderful Oasis.
Similar to the Oasis albums that preceded this it's an album that sounds tired and bereft of any spark of imagination or life.
While Liam dragged his trademarked cocksure swagger forward in a very slightly different direction, Noel has played safe and given people nothing much to write home about.
This is a truly awful album of substandard pop psychedelia filtered through the Lennon and McCartney songbook.
Now where did I put that Beady Eye album. I need a pick me up after listening to this dirge.