Oasis Brothers’ Next Move: Comeback Chaos, Pop Antics, and Rumor Frenzy

Mia Reynolds, 11/24/2025Oasis's comeback tour ignites speculation of new music and a documentary, while pop icons like SZA and Katy Perry stir excitement with their latest antics. As fans revel in the unpredictable nature of modern pop culture, 2025 promises even more surprises in the music scene.

Bonehead, back on the guitar, gave those final shows a raw electricity fans probably feared they'd never see again. And as the amps settled and the echoes faded, those in-the-know quickly began sniffing around for what’s next. If ever there was a band that made uncertainty into an artform, it’s these two Mancunian brothers—equal parts pride and punchline.

Rumors, as inevitable as rain at Knebworth, have not been shy. Manchester’s Etihad Stadium, the hallowed ground at Knebworth itself, and even those far-flung calls from the likes of Coachella or Benicassim in Spain—the whispers fly wildly. No official bulletins, of course, but one close observer put it best: “This tour went better than anyone expected. Both Noel and Liam need a real breather, just to process everything.” There’s weight in that; sometimes absence really does make the next curtain call hit harder.

Of course, Oasis devotees—never a passive bunch—are glued to every morsel, hunting for signs of new music. Not precisely new, mind you, but a kind of musical archaeology: rumblings of Noel finally letting loose that long-stashed best-of album. The project he once pushed—a grab bag of gems from the sometimes-forgotten years (2000 to 2009, for those counting at home), thick with deep cuts and B-sides that slipped through the mainstream net. He once shrugged, “He wouldn’t have it in the end—I don’t know why. I gave up f***ing arguing.” That was a few years—and several hundred tabloid jabs—ago. Could this be the moment the stars (or, more realistically, the Gallagher egos) find alignment?

Liam’s not one to mince words. On X, as always, he let slip: “We need to sit down and discuss these things. If it was all up to me then you know we’d be touring till the day we die as it’s the best thing in the world but unfortunately it’s not.” His tone managed to sound both hopeful and slightly fed up—a pint glass half-full, half-ready to be hurled across the pub. But that’s the spirit, isn’t it? Official sources refuse to commit, so the guessing game continues.

And as if music’s ongoing soap opera needed another subplot, along comes word of a documentary. Steven Knight—never one for surface gloss—has a film in the works, pointed straight at this reunion tour. For fans sandwiched between cryptic Gallagher posts and tabloid speculation (if anyone could bottle that tension, they’d shift it by the gallon), the promise of actual footage, real faces, and splinters of honesty offers something meaty to chew over while the next step is plotted (or stubbornly avoided) behind the scenes.

Pop’s conveyor belt spins on, of course, pausing for no Gallagher. SZA, whose ability to turn heartbreak and hope into chart magic is well-documented, seems to be enjoying a new chapter—if rumor-mill Twitter has its timeline right. She’s reportedly seeing Shaboozey, fresh off the dizzying ascent of “A Bar Song (Tipsy),” which gripped summer playlists and hasn’t really let go. Their chemistry, especially when spotted at a GQ party or leaving a snarky emoji on each other’s socials, has left fan forums ablaze. Should these two find time for a studio collab, who knows? Maybe a little country-rap swagger and confessional R&B could spin a new thread in the ever-weirder tapestry of 2025 pop.

And in a year that keeps serving odd delights, Katy Perry’s “Bandaids” video shoot took a sideways swerve into childhood myth-busting territory. Anyone who ever nervously tucked in their shoelaces on a department store escalator probably grinned at her Instagram, where she gleefully posted: “Doing all the things your mom said not to do on the escalator but also: myth-busting a childhood fear. You’re welcome.” Against the churn of new singles and algorithm-driven pop, those flashes of offbeat charm keep Perry in a league (and a timeline) of her own.

Wait, wasn’t there something about a Christmas single? Of course there was—because who else but Denise Welch (yes, that would be Matty Healy’s mum) could drop a hyperpop holiday track with a wink and a nod? “Slayyy Bells,” arriving dressed in tinsel, beats, and a confectionary tie-in, manages to sidestep syrupy carol territory. “We don’t always have to have turkey, or do charades. We can celebrate this special holiday our way. This remix, apart from being cool, catchy and a sure-fire hit, is all about having fun.” Is it ridiculous? Maybe. But that’s the holiday spirit—shaking up tradition, finding laughter where it sneaks in, and (if you’re lucky) discovering that your box of Celebrations also works as a surprisingly effective hat.

Pop culture today resembles nothing so much as the best kind of Oasis anthem. There are moments that hang in the air—vivid, joyful, or just plain bewildering. Emotions pinball back and forth, leaving audiences as wide-eyed at the possibility of a new Gallagher truce as they are at a pop star gamely riding the escalator with all the nonchalance of someone who hasn’t a care in the world. There isn’t any neat conclusion—it just keeps spinning. Next year’s already promising a few surprises. And if the past few months are anything to go by, the music world’s not about to get any less bizarre, or any less thrilling, in 2025.

Even now, the memory lingers of Sao Paulo’s vast stadium humming with 60,000—no, maybe more—souls swept up in the singular spectacle that is Oasis reborn. The unexpected sight of Noel and Liam Gallagher, not just sharing a stage but bowing out together under that lantern-lit sky, brought the sort of magic only years of feuding and forced distance can conjure. What started as a tour—forty-one nights of mountainous crowds and fraying guitar strings—felt less like mere nostalgia and more like myth writ large, every bit the storm Oasis once was in their prime.Bonehead, back on the guitar, gave those final shows a raw electricity fans probably feared they'd never see again. And as the amps settled and the echoes faded, those in-the-know quickly began sniffing around for what’s next. If ever there was a band that made uncertainty into an artform, it’s these two Mancunian brothers—equal parts pride and punchline.Rumors, as inevitable as rain at Knebworth, have not been shy. Manchester’s Etihad Stadium, the hallowed ground at Knebworth itself, and even those far-flung calls from the likes of Coachella or Benicassim in Spain—the whispers fly wildly. No official bulletins, of course, but one close observer put it best: “This tour went better than anyone expected. Both Noel and Liam need a real breather, just to process everything.” There’s weight in that; sometimes absence really does make the next curtain call hit harder.Of course, Oasis devotees—never a passive bunch—are glued to every morsel, hunting for signs of new music. Not precisely new, mind you, but a kind of musical archaeology: rumblings of Noel finally letting loose that long-stashed best-of album. The project he once pushed—a grab bag of gems from the sometimes-forgotten years (2000 to 2009, for those counting at home), thick with deep cuts and B-sides that slipped through the mainstream net. He once shrugged, “He wouldn’t have it in the end—I don’t know why. I gave up f***ing arguing.” That was a few years—and several hundred tabloid jabs—ago. Could this be the moment the stars (or, more realistically, the Gallagher egos) find alignment?Liam’s not one to mince words. On X, as always, he let slip: “We need to sit down and discuss these things. If it was all up to me then you know we’d be touring till the day we die as it’s the best thing in the world but unfortunately it’s not.” His tone managed to sound both hopeful and slightly fed up—a pint glass half-full, half-ready to be hurled across the pub. But that’s the spirit, isn’t it? Official sources refuse to commit, so the guessing game continues.And as if music’s ongoing soap opera needed another subplot, along comes word of a documentary. Steven Knight—never one for surface gloss—has a film in the works, pointed straight at this reunion tour. For fans sandwiched between cryptic Gallagher posts and tabloid speculation (if anyone could bottle that tension, they’d shift it by the gallon), the promise of actual footage, real faces, and splinters of honesty offers something meaty to chew over while the next step is plotted (or stubbornly avoided) behind the scenes.Pop’s conveyor belt spins on, of course, pausing for no Gallagher. SZA, whose ability to turn heartbreak and hope into chart magic is well-documented, seems to be enjoying a new chapter—if rumor-mill Twitter has its timeline right. She’s reportedly seeing Shaboozey, fresh off the dizzying ascent of “A Bar Song (Tipsy),” which gripped summer playlists and hasn’t really let go. Their chemistry, especially when spotted at a GQ party or leaving a snarky emoji on each other’s socials, has left fan forums ablaze. Should these two find time for a studio collab, who knows? Maybe a little country-rap swagger and confessional R&B could spin a new thread in the ever-weirder tapestry of 2025 pop.And in a year that keeps serving odd delights, Katy Perry’s “Bandaids” video shoot took a sideways swerve into childhood myth-busting territory. Anyone who ever nervously tucked in their shoelaces on a department store escalator probably grinned at her Instagram, where she gleefully posted: “Doing all the things your mom said not to do on the escalator but also: myth-busting a childhood fear. You’re welcome.” Against the churn of new singles and algorithm-driven pop, those flashes of offbeat charm keep Perry in a league (and a timeline) of her own.Wait, wasn’t there something about a Christmas single? Of course there was—because who else but Denise Welch (yes, that would be Matty Healy’s mum) could drop a hyperpop holiday track with a wink and a nod? “Slayyy Bells,” arriving dressed in tinsel, beats, and a confectionary tie-in, manages to sidestep syrupy carol territory. “We don’t always have to have turkey, or do charades. We can celebrate this special holiday our way. This remix, apart from being cool, catchy and a sure-fire hit, is all about having fun.” Is it ridiculous? Maybe. But that’s the holiday spirit—shaking up tradition, finding laughter where it sneaks in, and (if you’re lucky) discovering that your box of Celebrations also works as a surprisingly effective hat.Pop culture today resembles nothing so much as the best kind of Oasis anthem. There are moments that hang in the air—vivid, joyful, or just plain bewildering. Emotions pinball back and forth, leaving audiences as wide-eyed at the possibility of a new Gallagher truce as they are at a pop star gamely riding the escalator with all the nonchalance of someone who hasn’t a care in the world. There isn’t any neat conclusion—it just keeps spinning. Next year’s already promising a few surprises. And if the past few months are anything to go by, the music world’s not about to get any less bizarre, or any less thrilling, in 2025.