So the regular disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz, they are property of Jaimie Hewlett and Damon Albarn, I think.
This is my first fic here, and the first fic of its kind here in a while, as far as I've figured out. To explain: my best name for it is journalistic fiction, or fictional journalism; think of one of those 10-20 page articles in journals and magazines. Being like that long, I'm going to split it up into parts/chapters. This is based on everything Gorillaz up to Murdoc's Xfm Radio Show, so Wobble St. and DoYaThing do not exist in this universe.
I'm not too good at tailoring my work. I am scarred from worshipping Hemingway, my grammer-Nazism can lead to very passive, apologetic and/or windy grammer, I exaggerate sometimes, and I'm very Type A, so if it reads as too 17th-early 20th century, you know some of the causes. And you should know where to note it: reviews.
Yes, please review. No reviews won't stop me from continuing, but you know as well as I do that reviews help sooooo much.
One more thing, I'm very slow with my work. I'm no ladyxa or YourRhineStoneEyes, but I will not cease until I'm done here, so there.
Only from the Mouth of…: Gorillaz singer is found and speaks.
In a dark, red room that appeared as though it were a cross between a studio apartment and a hotel room, high up enough so that the outside bustle magically sounded just like a whisper, sounds of an electric razor at work were coming from the lit bathroom. I had a recorder in one hand that was stretched out across the desk at which I sat. My other hand was on my knee, and my legs were like stone to the floor. I was acting dramatic, alert, almost dutiful, likening to a pet hound.
The buzzing stopped, followed by sounds of the whitish tap water as it flowed and splashed. That stopped, and after a minute, the door opened, and he turned off the bathroom light as he stepped out. "Sorry 'bout that," the slouching, six-foot-two stick-like figure said as a response to the further darkening of the room. "On'y a moment," he added as he walked over to the curtains.
He then proceeded to flick a few switches, at which half of the room lit up.
The change, from moussed-wavy, sprayed-gray hair to a fresh-looking crop of the exposed roots, which maintained the recognizable light blue color, appeared at the very least theatrical. He looked more serious now, also less morose and exhausted as before; but all the same he went over and plopped down across the large bed. Lying on his back, he bent his head backwards to look at me upside down and saw the recorder. With a grunt of realization, he rolled over and sat up on the bed, facing me. "Right," he said, and with a touch of nervousness in his voice: "I 'ate to say it, but I 'aven't done 'is in a while."
His black eye sockets widened and tightened as he stretched and contorted his face to exercise himself for the stretch of time. The two of us exchanged friendly snorts before I asked him my first prompt question.
The missing animated, alternative musician and vocalist Stuart Tusspot, nicknamed 2D, but also known as Stuart Pot and Stu-Pot, has been found, and he is undertaking to reveal himself to the public. The animated singer and multi-instrumentalist of the internationally renowned virtual band Gorillaz had for the past few months been missing and presumed dead, until now; his sudden appearance, however, is marked with little surprise, as most presumptions about the band Gorillaz in the past have been proven incorrect as well as perpetually surrounded by ambiguity. In other words, most people knew better than to commit to any side or point on the matter. Most of them instead write down their imagined possibilities in fanfics.
Up until now, the metaphorical submarine that is the virtual band Gorillaz had once again submerged into an ocean of ambiguity, and, once again, under the circumstance of their "leader," the animated bass-guitarist Murdoc Niccals. Mr. Niccals has in the past perpetrated drastic measure after drastic measure in order to serve his band but also his various modes of temporary satisfaction, belief, and quality of life, all of which have also served as only temporary. These actions—which include murder, assault, arson, alcoholism, abduction, fraud, jailbreaking, satanism, vandalism, egotism, and many more things in between—have succeeded in separating the band for a total of three times now, once following the release of each of their first three, internationally bestselling studio albums.
Niccals, the self-proclaimed satanist, in his most recent broadcast of his "Pirate Radio" show, now situated in Hawaii, claimed that the band's split-up followed their reunification very closely this time, occurring, as the inebriated musician has asserted, on his conglomerate-like dominion, Plastic Beach, while it was under an attack of sea- and air pirates led by a sentry from Hell—a sentry from Hell who has been labeled with many titles, such as "Flatulence" by Gorillaz artistic director Jamie Hewlett, but more prominently nicknamed "The Boogieman" by Niccals himself; and although Niccals constantly puts that the being was out to take his soul to honor the satanic contract he'd made with the demon Beelzebub, and that he'd had the enigmatic creature evangelized/exorcised, "The Boogieman" remains another total ambiguity conjured by Mr. Niccals' consequence, never once having spoken.
Mr. Niccals had provided the only real account for the fate of Plastic Beach and the band members of Gorillaz, as well as the many collaborators on their third album, which is aptly named "Plastic Beach". The large, pink, mushroom-like mass was said to have been destroyed and sunk into the nowhere of the sea.
Various coordinates, given over radio broadcasts, produce nothing but shades of blue on satellite cameras.
Noodle, the Japanese lead guitarist and youngest member of the band (8 years old when she joined, now around twenty), who had disappeared during the release of Gorillaz' second studio album, "Demon Days", faced similar air pirates while at sea and was stranded with spare possessions; Russell Hobbs, the band's large, obese hip-hop expert and drummer, had swum out into the sea and been mutated into a giant, and became Noodle's rescue. According to Mr. Hewlett's rendering of events on Plastic Beach in his storyboarding of the planned music video for their single "Rhinestone Eyes", Mr. Hobbs and Noodle staggered through the sea to the pink landmass in order to reunite the band; this has been open to much speculation, as these are, at best, literally artistic sketches; Mr. Niccals stated that Mr. Hobbs immediately shrank back to his original size upon stepping onto the island, that Noodle destroyed his "Cyborg Noodle", a volatile, artillery-toting copy he had made from her DNA for a guitarist and bodyguard, and that the two's whereabouts, following the proclaimed destruction of Plastic Beach, are once again unknown.
The collaborators have managed some way off of the no-man's land. After participating with Gorillaz and Damon Albarn and members of The Clash in the Escape to Plastic Beach World Tour, the collaborators disbanded and returned to their own businesses. Music veteran Bobby Womack, for instance, who provided vocals for the tracks "Stylo" and "Cloud of Unknowing", as well as a track on the fourth, most recent and lesser-successful album "The Fall", has spent his time giving interviews about his experiences recording with Gorillaz, and has clearly been jumpstarted to resume his musical work, now preparing his own album for release. The more-recent British pop star, Daley, who provided his vocals for the single "Doncamatic", couldn't be held back from his many adoring fans, many of whom have petitioned for him to give away locks of his tower-like haircut.
Gorillaz fans, as well as many organizations, musical and otherwise, have been very concerned about the band's kismet, with little to nothing to invest faith in besides Mr. Niccals' account of the end of Plastic Beach—and very few actually trust him after his lying about the death of Noodle in the music video to their song "El Mañana" and many other things. The most anxiety, however, has been provoked over Mr. Niccals' statement that lead vocalist 2D—who I interviewed and became greatly acquainted with over the past week—was eaten by a whale during attacks on Plastic Beach. The singer, also the reason for many of the fans of Gorillaz, was kidnapped by Niccals after refusing to collaborate with him on a third major Gorillaz studio album, and was held in an underwater room on Plastic Beach, around which swam a whale that Mr. Niccals had "hired" on discovering that 2D had a case of cetaphobia, a fear of the aquatic mammals. The repetitive escape attempts he made proved futile, recapture following every time. The bassist's story follows along with the events in the "Rhinestone Eyes" storyboard—which still is also rather dubious—in which a whale is seen charging at 2D's underwater room and biting the island before being grabbed and hurled at the aforementioned pirates by giant Mr. Hobbs. He was presumed as simply "gone" by Mr. Niccals in his radio broadcast from Hawaii.
The self-revealing of Stuart Pot once again greatly disparages the very little reliability of his cohort Mr. Niccals. "That bloke says I don't got a thought in me 'ead," he said to me on Friday, "but in fact he's the one who don't know anything. Tha's why Gorillaz's always really worked like a sod who don't know wha' 'e's doing. And that's why it's such a slow creative process, because our 'leader' does the least work; really, he don't do shi' when it comes to working with others."
Mr. Pot spent a good part of the interview talking about the abusive behaviors of Mr. Niccals. "This interview here should in fact be a big hit. Of course people don't know the half of Gorillaz, or Murdoc. Murdoc spends as much time as he can hogging up to a microphone and saying wha'ever, and 'alf of it is lies." When I asked him about what of Murdoc's statements were true, he immediately replied, "Oohh…that's a—a big question," popped a pill into his mouth and, a few moments later, said "Gimme a minute."
There you go, that's the first part. This was very sum-up, but from now on Stuart talks a LOT more.