Musing about world's greatest band

If there is an alien, on a different planet, most likely in a different solar system, possibly located in a completely unheard galaxy, downloading a song from Earth's music library, that song would be by Muse.

It helps the UK-based band has songs titled Exo-Politics, Space Dementia, Supermassive Black Hole and Knights of Cydonia, which cites the five tone musical phrase from the film Close Encounters of the Third Kind. However, it also doesn't hinder your chances when you are the best bloody band on the planet.

Right? If you were an alien and you stumbled across this tiny rock's rock, you would probably want to hear what rocked the most.

That's Muse. Cased Closed.

Now that 80 per cent of you have stopped reading, we can continue. Because that means the 20 per cent of you who are still reading know. You know that these statements aren't (completely) bogus and you know why.

And that 20 per cent is all that matters.

I'm sure many of you are aware, Muse was in the area recently, hitting the A.C.C. March 8 in Toronto, to a mediocre showing of mediocre fans, and at the Palace of Auburn Hills just outside of Detroit, Michigan the following Saturday.

The word disappointment isn't in lead singer Max Bellamy's vocabulary, who conducted a musical masterpiece that lasted just over two hours. Surely not the only talent in his band, drummer Dominic Howard and bassist Christopher Wolstenholme were nothing short of perfect.

The tour's innovative stage set is completely mind blowing, displaying three separate rectangles that act as individual stages and move vertically during the performance and work as video screens too.

With their new pad putting them on 50 ft. thrones, the threesome unleashed an energy arguably unlike that of any other species on this planet. Bellamy's voice surpassed its performance on the records, as the band exposed a talent that clearly couldn't be controlled into a recording studio. It's no surprise they won the 2009 Q Award for Best Act In The World Today, but rather almost an insult having been nominated unsuccessfully every year since 2004.

Last December SPIN magazine featured Muse on their cover. A giant quote ran across the shot of the band that read somethingalong- the-lines of “We are the biggest band North America knows nothing about.” To get back to the mediocre crowd at the A.C.C., this quote couldn't be more evident. The crowd truly had no idea what they were experiencing. They got excited for hits that have made Muse popular throughout the last couple of albums, songs like Starlight, Uprising and The Resistance, three of the bands more “mainstream” sounding songs that shy away from their heavier progressive style.

The same day Muse performed in Toronto, they appeared on the local Corus radio station. Fresh off a trip to Wikipedia, the oblivious mid-day announcer dove in over his head, interviewing some of rock's more intelligent minds.

Spoon-feeding the question as if they were babies, he asked about the band's theme of the “end of the world” on their latest record and what inspired them to write about this. Clearly, the on air talent wasn't aware that Muse has been writing about this stuff for most of their career. 2003's Absolution had the “end of the world” as a primary motif with songs like Apocalypse Please and Time is Running Out.

North America is behind the times with this one. There was never a Musemania. We weren't listening and to try and understand the genius of the three piece from Teignmouth, only illustrates our ignorance. It is too late and any effort now seems fake.

It doesn't matter to Muse anymore if North America cares. Muse doesn't care. They don't need us. They don't need anyone. They have built an incredible fan base on the other side of the planet and reverbs made their way over the ocean and anybody who wasn't listening to Nickelback, may know about HAARP and politics between governments on different planets.

They have aliens on other planets listening!

As they have been quietly becoming the best act in the world, they have been watching that world fall apart. So when they finally get their wish and armageddon arrives they'll be touring Jupiter. And you'll be either at the pearly gates of heaven or burning at the fiery gates of hell (or just paying more money on Ticketmaster.)

Who knows though. Aliens could be downloading Celine Dion and maybe she will be the only one saved. Or maybe the alien is Celine Dion and we are all going to die. That actually seems more logical.