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Worst Band in the Universe

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Every age has its idiosyncratic vernacular. If I spoke of multi-tasking, for instance, you'll know what I mean. Allow me to introduce you to the Master Multi-tasker, Graeme Base: author, poet, artist, cartoonist, social commentator, musician and all-around madcap hyper-dimensional entity (his term). This, folks, is a mind you'll want to meld with: a veritable Dr. Seuss in hyperspace.

Billed on its eye-catching jacket as a "totally cosmic musical adventure," The Worst Band in the Universe is all that, and more. In a pithy sure-footed poetry, Base introduces us to Sprocc, a thirteen(standard)-year-old member of the Blippian Tribe who, along with his instrument of choice - the Splingtwanger - dares to defy the mandates of the Musical Inquisitor. Sprocc's crime is innovation, for which he is banished to Wastedump B19 after his band is named winner of the bogus Annual Worst Band in the Universe Contest advertising as first prize an all-expense-paid trip to Alpha 10.

On B19 Sprocc meets, among others, Skat, self-proclaimed overseer of the Wastedump and former recipient of the Worst Band in the Universe one-way-ticket to paradise lost. Skat rules since he alone can hold the indigenous flesh-devouring creepers, called Gulpers, at bay -- by hammering ear-splitting chords on his PowerAxe. But all is not lost. Fellow exile, ButtonPusher, a member of the Midimoog Tribe (proficient on all bU.Mff compatible keydevices and associated NrD electro-sonicware) holds a B.S. in SonicEngineering from the University of GalSec14. ButtonPusher turns out to be a bit of an innovator, himself, having drawn up schematics for a ship that sails on song.

Of this notion Base proclaims:

The task was huge, the concept vague, the physics somewhat moot,
But once the seed of hope was sown it gradually took root.
They labored with the flame of freedom burning in their hearts,
A hammer, seven drill bits and an endless source of parts.

And slowly from the rubble grew a glorious creation:
A flimsy pile of rusted junk - the means of their salvation.
You'll never make it fly," said Skat. "And even if you do,
The Gulpers will devour the lot - and take you with it, too!"

Sprocc, disappointed when Skat refuses to join in the scheme to escape, lifts off on F sharp and returns to Blipp in time to witness the Musical Inquistor declare all Tuneful Worlds bereft of moral principles and declare himself Ruler of the Universe. Sprocc interrupts with a slap of the musical gauntlet: A triple-octave mega-riff with whammy bar and feeling. Called on by the Eldest One to reply, The Musical Inquisitor reveals himself devoid of talent and unable to play a chord. Revealed a fraud, this Hard Rock answer to Darth Vader declares war, unleashing the unthinkable: a universally-broadcast numbing flood of drivel Base calls Random-Access-Digi-Drone.

The mindless monotonous noise fells the crowd and incapacitates Sprocc as he tries to respond to the assault with his Splingtwanger before being overcome and slumping against the speaker stacks. Who will save the day? Does Artoo appear secretly housing plans that can be used to destroy the Death Star? No! It is Skat, inspired by and following on the heels of Sprocc, arriving in another ship that sails on sound. But even the mighty PowerAxe proves no match and annihilation looms till:

Then all at once a chord rang out, a clear and ringing tone,
That soared above the blandness of the awful DigiDrone.
All ears turned to the Eldest One: her Splingtwanger had spoken.
The darkness seemed to clear away. The evil spell was broken.

"Arise!" she cried. "The hour has come. Together we must fight.
Let Ancient Song and Innovation finally unite!"
The crowd took up their instruments and rallied to the call -
The Lost Musicians, Blippians, united one and all.

Yes, estrogenic influence is the agent that extinguishes the testosterone-fed fire of war. My sentiments, exactly.

As a homeschooling mom with a poetry-loving nine-year-old learning to play electric guitar, The Worst Band in the Universe struck gold. And talk about building vocabulary. It comes as no surprise that Base is the father of three. His picture on the inside flap calls to mind a sort of down-under Dave Berry-Dana Carvey contemporary. Other works by Base include Animalia, The Eleventh Hour, The Sign of the Seahorse and The Discovery of Dragons.

Base, who refers to his books as "paper/ink/glue composite products for small Earthlings," rounds out this keeper with a music CD of his own - selections from The 18th Annual Worst Band in the Universe Competition, including titles like, Let's Go Back to the Big Bang, by the Omnivores; Planetfall, by The Mesh; and W.Y.S.I.W.Y.G. (What You See Is What You Get) with howl-along lyrics like:

Good to see you here my love, I've missed your bulging eyes
Come a little closer now, I've got you a surprise
It's nothing much - a simple gift to show my love for you
A box of slimy squirtlegreebs in sticky yellow goo

I strongly suspect if Spock would have melded with this mind, his icy Vulcan exterior would have cracked. I know mine did. Now I'm froozled in the head.

This book has wonderful rhyming text and is a visual feast. I'm buying many for presents this holiday season for middle schoolers in band - including one for my son's band teacher. One is never too old for a picture book of this quality.

This book is awesome! Sprocc is an average 13-year old he wants to be a rock-and-roll star. Unfortunately it is illegal to play anything but traditional music on the splingtwanger (a guitar-like instrument), on his planet. He and some friends enter The Worst Band in the Universe contest, the prize is a ticket to a 'better' planet. When Sprocc and his pals win they find themselves on a junk planet, they are always at risk of plants that eat anything that makes noise. The illustrations are bright and amazing - everytime I read the book I notice something new in them. The other cool thing is the cd in the back of the book and the lyrics written on the backside of the last page. This book makes me wish I could play the splingtwanger too.

A "groovy" sci-fi adventure tale that is a cross between Star Wars and "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". I'm buying this for inspiration for my 40+ long-hair brother who dreams of playing guitar in a rock-and-roll band, among other "crazy" aspirations. It might serve to inspire others, ages 10 and up, to follow their dreams. Spacey, wet watercolors with enough definition to keep the characters solidly "real" without being too scary.

An awesome book about being different and new! The illustrations are great, the story has an awesome message, the prose is perfect, and it comes with a cd too! Overcoming obstacles, doing what is right, good winning over evil, youth empowerment, hard work, and even multi-cultural! I love reading this book with kids I babysit for and then listening to the cd and talking about the story!

The groove of the universe, the rythm of the street, this book has got it all! The young groob Sprocc lives on planet Blipp where the world is ruled by traditional music, and no one is allowed to change it. One day Sprocc plays a new tune but is not banished. Sprocc leaves Blipp in search of musical freedom. Sprocc soon wins The Worst Band In The Universe contest. Sprocc then gets a message from the evil musical inquiseter. Can Sprocc and his friends save the Eldest One and the universe from total musical manotony?

Great - loved it as did my Art Club where I did a paper on Grame Base. Thanks to Mr. John Endries of Milwaukee WI from whom I purchased the book and CD. Thank you Mr. Endries, sorry my response is a year late.

Amazing illustrations and charming storyline surrounding innovation. The music CD was an interesting idea! Great storytime book.

While this book is an excellent story-in-rhyme for older/experienced readers (the vocabulary is too difficult for the picture-book set, though the illustrations should please them), my favorite part was the CD, which is an eclectic mix of pop, new age, electronica, humor, and neo-classical that should have something to interest anyone.

W.Y.S.I.W.Y.G. (track nine) is my favorite track--it's a funny alien-love-song with a good beat that would be a great addition to a Halloween humor mix, and "Fade Away" brings back memories of the Moody Blues "Days of Future Passed" in its styling. "Ancient Melody #42", though a very short piece, is lovely and etherial. And "Alpha 10" should please anyone who enjoys the Chipmunks.

All in all, this is an interesting CD that not only adds to the book, but stands well on its own as a novelty album.

Enjoy!

I'll admit, I expected a biography of the Dave Matthews Band but was pleasantly surprised--this is a clever book with some wacky characters (and an even wackier sci-fi premise) with weird names and a bizarre (albeit short) cd (evidence) included. Great fun for old and young alike. And no mention of that "band" from Charlottesville.