Non-scientific studies have shown that YouTube comments
account for a third of moronic crap said on the Internet, but when it
comes to commenters having trouble discerning between “Here Come the
Mummies” videos and others featuring “The Mummies,” the ignorance is
understandable. Let's clarify things by breaking down the primary
differences between the two bands. Here Come the Mummies devote
themselves to a carefully constructed blend of vigorous Funk and Rock
& Roll whereas the semi-active Mummies spit out dilapidated Garage
Punk. Everything sounds like a hi-fi parade to HCTM, with their
flamboyant brass lines and meaty rhythms; for The Mummies, dive bar
clatter is king. HCTM's back-story paints them as rotting,
5000-year-old nomads who were rediscovered in a 1922 archeology dig and
now roam the globe in search of “the ultimate riff.” The regular
Mummies are just guys in a band.
Perhaps the most telling contrast is that HCTM proudly
opened for Ludacris, whereas the original Mummies would never do — much
less admit — such a thing.
What the two bands do share is a predilection for
wrapping themselves up in bandages for shows.
(Name aside, this
explains why people are mixing them up on YouTube.) HCTM’s get-ups and
make-up are far more elaborate and professional than those of the
similarly named lo-fi band. Likewise, in the gimmick-obsessed fashion
of GWAR, HCTM's members eschew real names for aliases like Mummy Cass,
Mummy Rah and Bucking Blanco.
The Nashville-based 12-piece also evokes the lighthearted
bawdiness of Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, an idea that comes through
prominently on Carnal Carnival. HCTM's most recent record is
dedicated to Scott Baio and discusses spanking, jail bait and creeping
after people. If you want to pretend its Halloween one last time in
2010, this is your ticket.