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.