I know all this because I'm the schmuck who directed the offending documenatry throughout the summer months of 1997. Neither a passionate mega-fan nor a condescending old curmudgeon, I'd always liked their music, felt both their first two albums were fantastic, played them loads and genuinely admired the way they managed to get British rock back into serious fighting shape on the world stage. To me, they're Slade with better songs, more sensible clothes and haircuts, and a genuinely charismatic, zanily volatile lead singer. Noel was first and managed to come across as simultaneously mega-confident and yet slightly unsure of homself. His younger brother, on the other hand, wasn't plagued by anything resembling uncertainty.
Oasis are the most important band in the world.
And they don't have the singer with the worlds most important eyebrows. I've got two loudmouth arrogant bastards living inside me. His group may take most of their cues from The Beatles' glorious past, but Russell is considerably less impressed by the business legacy left by their manager Brian Epstein. Led Zeppelin's terrifying human barracuda of a manager, Peter Grant. With that kind of of logic feeding Russell's business savvy, it quickly became apparent to me that we'd probably end up in some state of conflict over what would turn up on the screen in due time.