Eventually I managed to secure an edited version - I’ve now recently realized this is in fact still the version I have on my computer - and that was it. (If I’m being truly honest it was actually Smash Mouth’s Astro Lounge, but that was more like a misled prologue, and I have a feeling Gorillaz was at least the first one I bought with my own money.) Parental Advisory stickers were still a big deal back then, and my parents definitely weren’t psyched about that. The self-titled Gorillaz album was the first album I bought myself. That video, if you were a kid who was just barely starting to explore and figure out what you like, was revelatory. It’s cool there’s a song called that, and it’s cool that the video features all these vibrant cartoons, and it’s cool that it’s a rap song that lurches and snaps and makes you think you like rap music when you live in a town where you’re far likelier to hear nu-metal and soft rock on any given radio station. You just started watching some of those old Eastwood movies. Some recommendations trickle down and the two of you end up on a computer with dial-up internet trying to access the video for a song called “Clint Eastwood” before the age of YouTube. Consider this premise: You are 10 years old and you have one of those friends who has older, cooler, brothers who turn them on to music when they’re young (and, maybe, other things too soon). It was a Trojan Horse in the shape of a blue ghost and dancing gorillas.
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