All the bars and pubs to drink at before and after Oasis' reunion in Cardiff
Madchester fever is set to descend on Cardiff in just a few hours as Oasis make their epic comeback in the Welsh capital. Liam and Noel Gallagher have put their decades long feud behind them and will reunite on stage at the Principality Stadium on Friday July 4.
Oasis' mammoth world tour kicks off in the Welsh city, before they travel around the UK and Ireland then the rest of the world. Fans have already had a taste of what they can expect as rehearsals have been heard coming out of the stadium.
They have been able to piece together a rumoured setlist as anticipation builds for one of the most in demand shows in music history. Doors will open at 5pm on Friday, with plenty of time for fans to get the drinks in before the show.
First support act Cast will warm up the crowd at 6pm while Verve frontman and friend of the Gallaghers, Richard Ashcroft will then take to the stage at 7pm. At 8.15pm this Friday, Oasis will make their long awaited comeback and will play for just over two hours before they will end the set for a 22.30pm curfew.
Here, the Mirror has rounded up where to head to before and after the historic gig...
Pre-shows and afterparties
Steinbeck & Shaw
The bar and club are hosting their own pre-show and afterparty on Friday. There's plenty of time to soak up the atmosphere as they will be open until the early hours
Address: Greyfriars Road, Cardiff CF10 3DP Wales
Price: £15
Time: 2pm to 3am
Walkabout
The sports bar will be playing all of the Oasis hits for their themed bash, as well as other iconic Britpop bands. They will be giving out Liam and Noel masks to those first to arrive.
Address: 65-74 St Mary St, Cardiff CF10 1FA
Time: 1pm to 2am
Mary's
The gay cabaret bar will be putting on a day to remember thanks to DJ sets from DJ Joanna, DJ Krys, Amber Dextrous and Miss Kitty.
Address: 89 St Mary St, Cardiff CF10 1DW
Time: 3pm to 1am
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Afterparties
Clwb Ifor Bach
The Definitely Maybe themed party promises ice cold beers and three rooms of back to back Oasis nostalgia with indie DJs playing 80s, 90s and 00s hits into the night.
Address: 11 Womanby St, Cardiff CF10 1BR
Time: 10:30pm to 3am
The Bootlegger
Expect a non-stop soundtrack of Oasis anthems, Britpop bangers, and rock 'n' roll floor-fillers from the 90s and beyond—all delivered with our signature prohibition flair. Whether you're a die-hard Gallagher fan or just love a throwback night out, this is the place to be after the gig.
Address: 5A Womanby St, Cardiff CF10 1BR
Time: 10pm to 2:30am
Revolucion de Cuba Cardiff
The bar and restaurant promise to be dancing the night away to all the Oasis hits.
Address: The Friary, Cardiff CF10 3FA
Time: 9pm to 11:30pm
Pubs and bars close by
If an Oasis themed bash isn't quite what you fancy, there are plenty of other bar, club and pub options in walking distance of the Principality Stadium...
The Prince of Wales, Wetherspoons
Address: 81–83 St Mary St, Cardiff CF10 1FA
Opening hours: 8am to 1am
Brewhouse
Address: 49 St Mary Street, Brewery Quarter, Cardiff, CF10 1AD
Opening hours: 10am to 2am
O'Neill's St Mary Street
Address: 85-87 St Mary St, Cardiff CF10 1DW
Opening hours: 10am to 12am
Slug and Lettuce
Address: 84 St Mary St, Cardiff CF10 1AT
Opening hours: 12pm to 1am
Brewdog
Address: 31 Westgate St, Cardiff CF10 1EH
Opening hours: 12pm to 12am
Queens Vaults, JW Bassett Pub
Address: 29 Westgate St, Cardiff CF10 1EH
Opening hours: 10am to 1am
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