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The final three minutes of Whatever are not only the pinnacle of Oasis, but the pinnacle of the whole nineties, in Britain. Just listen to it. It screams freedom,                                virtue,                                unbridled infinite white expanse of loping hoping ocean.                                                   It is, as Alex Niven would have it , that blind verve of middle-fingered dreams Noel Gallagher raised to the whole of the previous decade in 1993, without batting an eyelid.  The artwork says it all. A road of green that stretches on out in to the distance forever, crumbling into the blue of utopian skies and shouting screaming screeching at you: WE'RE STIILL HERE MARGARET!                                                                                                           WE HAVE DREAMS!   WE WILL MAKE THEM! Liam was probably pissed when he recorded his input here, not that it matters. He sounds