Oasis Don't Believe the Truth (Big Brother) We'd almost got into the habit of panning Oasis albums without listening to them, so bad were their last three offerings. But with Don't Believe the Truth, the bad boys of Britpop have spectacularly salvaged a career that was headed for the $10 bargain basement bins. Most people had written Oasis off as has-beens that punched well above their weight. The euphoria that followed their peerless debut Definitely Maybe provided the momentum that propelled their paltry second offering What's the Story (Morning Glory) into the stratosphere. Each album since was unable to capitalise on that success, a sad fact considering that they remained one of the biggest live draws in the world. But this, their fifth album is not far short of superb. They've jettisoned their obsession with recreating The Beatles Revolver and, unrestrained by fads, they've blossomed. The sacking of the last remnants of the original lineup besides the Gallagher brothers Liam and Noel, has allowed for new and more talented blood to come in, helping them produce an album of breadth and character. Opener Turn Up the Sun gives way to a faithful rip-off of the Velvets' I'm Waiting for My Man, while Lyla chugs along in the manner of former touring partners Soundtrack of Our Lives. It's an album that will upset old fans, and songs like the folksy Part of the Queue will sit awkwardly in their live canon, but so what? This album has saved a British institution.