Oh, you want to be that person? Fine. There’s “The Masterplan” (a B-sides collection so good it could be a studio album), plus live records like “Familiar to Millions.” But those don’t count as official albums in the rock ‘n’ roll rulebook.
Comparing them to the main seven is like comparing leftovers to the original Sunday roast. Tasty, but not the main event.
Why Seven Albums Feels Just Right
Think about it: seven albums is the perfect number for a band that burned bright and fast. They didn’t drag it out into thirty boring records like some legacy acts. Quality over quantity, even if the “quality” was a bit dodgy by the end.
In everyday life, that’s like having seven close friends instead of a hundred people you barely know. Oasis gave us enough to remember them by, but not so much that we got sick of hearing about them. Well, maybe until “Wonderwall” plays for the thousandth time at a party.
