It’s after 1 A.M. and your friendly neighborhood curator should be getting some shut-eye at the moment, but it’s amazing what a handful of drinks will do to your system. Speaking of which, it’s also amazing what Here Come the Mummies will do to your system. If 21st century popular culture had any cojones, these guys would be the most popular band on the planet, but as long as Beyoncé is enough to upset Fox News, then we’ll be gleefully viewing the Mummies from the spot that we currently do. By the way, these mummies aren’t Boris Karloff or Christopher Lee; these are the funkiest and grooviest mummies you’ll ever chance upon meeting. These guys are here to party with their blend of jazzy funk rock. Period. Albeit the way that the undead party. Chances are pretty good that you’ve never been to a show as sexy as one that the Mummies will put on; their set is seeping with sexual notoriety.
The opening act for this show was a little band from the state of Wisconsin called Mickey and the Monsters. This band was a competent opening act. Their set consisted of all cover songs and they were good choices for the most part, but God only knows what they were thinking with the Dierks Bentley country covers. These covers threw the set completely off balance and given the medley of Carrie Underwood with Aerosmith (something that should be punishable by law), the band would never fully recover. They ought to be given a marginal amount of credit though; there are many worse examples of opening acts in the world. At the very least, they were able to maintain the audience’s enthusiasm long enough for the headliner, the Mummies, to come out and work their magic. This is exactly what was due to happen. Here Come the Mummies came out on the stage and soon the audience completely forgot about the opening act. The Mummies came out and presented their conditions to the audience and as we all accepted these conditions, a bond was formed that lasted the whole duration of the show. An unbridled energy was formed at the start of their set that didn’t diminish, but actually managed to maintain and in some cases grow as the set wore on. The band would not stumble for a moment; always picking themselves up whenever they might misstep. Highlights of the night included “Pants” (which should be one of the world’s biggest pop songs), “Friction”, and one of the openers, “Ra Ra Ra”. It became quite clear throughout the duration of the set that these guys understand the importance of showmanship. Not only are these guys theatrical, but they know how to appropriately involve the audience in the act as to not isolate them. Seeing Here Come the Mummies live feels like a community event just as much as it feels like a concert. The stamina that these guys have is unmatched; just when you think that the set is over, they toss in yet another impeccable jam to keep you bopping along. There really is nothing on the negative side of things to say about this particular set that the Mummies offered.
This was a damn good concert experience and it’s clear that the Mummies take a great amount of personal satisfaction in making sure that their audience is fulfilled by the end of the show. The completion of their set is much like achieving orgasm (to keep with their sexual vibe); it’s difficult to believe what you’ve experienced as you watch the band walk off stage. A Here Come the Mummies concert is something that should be on everybody’s bucket list, no questions asked. A spectacle in every sense of the word, even if the opening act isn’t fully capable of sharing the stage with them (Carrie Underwood meshed with Aerosmith. Really?) At any rate, an opening act is just an opening act; the Mummies are what the audience is in attendance for and as far as live acts go, they’re an absolute essential to experience. They’re a prime example of a band whose style and sound is best captured live as opposed to in the studio. However, it wouldn’t hurt to own some of their studio material.