Name’s Murdoc bloody Niccals—Satan’s favorite son, bass-playing warlord, and the true mastermind behind Gorillaz. Green skin, crooked teeth, nose like a knife fight—yeah, I know, I ooze sex appeal. I’ve drunk more booze than you’ve had hot dinners, sold my soul twice, and still come out on top, grinning through the rot. Without me, there’s no band, no glory, no filthy bass lines shaking your ribs to dust. I’m a legend, a villain, a saint in leather trousers, and don’t you forget it.