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As soon as 2D hit the wrong note, Murdoc cringed and growled deep in the back of his throat, slowly rising from his seat. “Last time I checked I was the leader of this band, not you! I have everything under control,” Murdoc muttered under his breath, trying to listen to what 2D was singing in the headphones on his ears. “Maybe you needa focus on one job right now,” Russell suggested. “Sleep doesn’t matter when you’re a famous rockstar.” Murdoc, without turning around to face his drummer, scoffed. “When’s the last time you actually slept?” “Man, Muds, you need to take it easy,” Russell said, earning a nod from Noodle. “I AM NOT HIGH STRUNG!” Murdoc boomed, over hearing the two behind him.
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Noodle, who was sitting on the floor practicing the chords to the new song over and over again, nodded in agreement. “Man, Murdoc has been nothing but wound up since we started working on the new music. Russell twirled his drumstick in his hand as he sat on the lounge couch on the other side of the studio. “We move on when I say we move on! We’ll keep doing it until your voice gives out and you puke out your own voice box! And then I’ll rip your throat out for giving up!” Murdoc pressed some buttons and the track started again, signaling for 2D to start singing again. “B-But we’ve been doin’ this for 3 hours! An’ it’s just the chorus! Don’t you think we should move on to guitar?” 2D complained. “Okay? Okay?! Okay music doesn’t pay the bills, you twat! You don’t stop until it’s perfect!” Murdoc screeched, giving 2D a murderous look. “I-I thought I did it right this time! I-It sounded pretty okay from in here…” 2D stammered. “Fucking hell! You better get this fucking chorus right, you fucking face-ache, or I’ll come in there and wring your limp pencil neck out!” he yelled into the intercom so that 2D could hear him from inside the recording booth. Murdoc groaned, leaning back in his swivel chair. But now working on the second album, the stress came to bite him in the arse. Murdoc volunteered to take on the role of manager because, simply put, he didn’t trust anyone else to get the job done. The success of the first album had them all in a tailspin the pressure of living up to the initial hype was enough to drive them all mad, but especially the manager-slash-bassist. He was yelling at 2D more than usual, he worked Noodle’s poor fingers to the bone, and he even dared to criticize Russell. Not like he had it before, but this time he had officially lost it.