GORILLAZ : "JOURNEY TO PLASTIC BEACH" . . . . SICK OF BIKES, THEY'RE FOR QUEER LITTLE HOMEBOYZ WITH A MICRO PHALLUS COMPLEX . . . . LETS CONTEMPLATE THE SHIT THAT REALLY MATTERS, THE STUFF OF LIFE CHANGING, LONG LASTING, MELON TWISTING SIGNIFICANCE . . . . "THE WILLING SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF", THAT'S THE NUB OF IT ALL . . . . SIMPLY BELIEVE, AND IT WILL BE . . . . WHATEVER IT IS, DIG ???

What if all this fluff turned out to be just that, fluff, ephemera, trite, trivial, nonsense, not worth a squirt of billy goat's wee wee, all this pursuing of things with wheels and motors that sound tough and mean and look, look, what's the word I'm after here . . . . mmmmmm . . . . cool, yes, cool. I'm going to rise above all this engine vs penis type thing, gonna leave it all behind, there's an island on the horizon where everyone just gets along like one big, happy holocaust . . . . they sing songs and slurp on sugar free soft drinks all day long and at night feast on marshmallow toast and hundreds and thousands, happiness is all around and love is in the heir, and the heir gets it all on a platter . . . . the bug powder dust is flowing and the bad guys come out on top, just like in real life only it's righteous and magical and so fluffy, everyone's on naltrxone implants and it's all good because things go better with dogooders in charge . . . . get naked for lunch twice a week, hug your friendly neighbourhood drug dealer, invite them in for nude Twister and naltrexone . . . . suspend that disbelief, nice.