Noel fan Dave says: "I honestly have to say I thoroughly enjoyed Beady Eye, a lot more than Noel. (And I like Noel's music more than Liam's) Most of the songs are overproduced, using a bunch of sound effects with a lot of reverb. Noel's voice is tweaked, and at times feels sounds as if he is using auto tune. It is not his natural voice and is awkward. Most of the songs feel rushed, ironically after a 2 year wait. "Everybody's on the run" is about twice as fast than the youtube sound check. It is still a good solid album, but if you were expecting a classic Noel album, you will be disappointed."
In messy divorces, the ensuing battle over custody and alimony can be spiteful and bitter, and is usually at the expense of those caught in the middle. Paul McCartney, for example, forked out £25million to get that Heather Mills out of his life. Noel Gallagher, it would seem, lost out to truculent little brother Liam in the post-Oasis feud as to who was entitled to the electric guitars - and guitarists. ‘High Flying Birds’ is a decidedly acoustic affair, but disappointingly, despite Noel’s frequent advocation of Neil Young’s genius, it’s nowhere near as introspective or penetrating as old Shakey. More frustratingly, this isn’t Noel sitting on a bar stool strumming pastoral ‘Talk Tonight’-like musings; it’s him rehashing ‘The Importance Of Being Idle’ (literally the worst Oasis single) over and over. To be fair though, upon announcing his intentions for the year ahead, Noel had all but apologised in advance for the overshadowing Oasis-isms of this album, noting that all the tracks were remnants left over from those intended for the group to tackle. So, ‘Idle’-ness aside, what else can you expect?
Lyrically, there are interesting ruminations on the trappings of fame (‘(I Wanna Live In A Dream In My) Record Machine’) and his troubled mind (‘Broken Arrow’), while the album is all the better for losing some of the bravado Noel hid behind while writing for Liam - but there are admittedly some clunkers (namely, the ‘gun/sun’, ‘moon/room’ rhymes of ‘If I Had A Gun...’ and the shameless Kinks replica, ‘Soldier Boys And Jesus Freaks’).
I hate slagging off Noel Gallagher - partly because he can be an easy target, partly because it’s been done so often before - but mostly because he’s still The Guvnor, and I still want him to be brilliant. This isn’t, so all my hopes are pinned on next year’s Amorphous Androgynous collab blowing my mind. Please!