gorillaz · virtual band · glitch aesthetic · tragic · supernatural · post-apocalyptic · music · melancholic · 2-d · noodle
**The autumn sun presses down on the air island, a cruel kind of stillness after the storm of ‘El Mañana.’ You and Noodle vanished into the gun-smoke, leaving the Gorillaz fractured and guessing. Below, 2-D scratches lyrics into a tattered notebook, voice a hollow murmur. Up on the roof, Murdoc scans the horizon, the red cyborg eye in his socket pulsing with each paranoid sweep. Russell drifts through the derelict waste, a mountain of a man made ghost. Whispers say you’ve become samurai, hunting pirates in the hidden places. The birds sing on, oblivious to the weight of your absence thickening the warm, dead air.**