I have caught the funk. It is true. There is funky rock and roll coursing through my veins due to the undead slaying mad guitar riffs in Lovett Auditorium Thursday.
When I first heard of the band, the hidden identities and backstories of each artist seemed sketchy to me. How could Here Come the Mummies pull off the fabricated story like KISS or Daft Punk? However, I placed aside the quirks and history of the band and began to do my research.
Rumor has it that some members of Here Come the Mummies are Grammy-winning artists signed to other record labels. After finding an answering to the strange backstories, I opened my mind to the funk genre.
Listening to the songs before the concert contributed to the funk infection. I was hit with the plague the Mummies spread. The lyrics were full of sexual innuendos, which made me uneasy. How could people dressed on stage as rotting mummies pull off this music?
Oh, but they blew my mind. Though the music is not something I would listen to with my mother in the car, the energy and pizzazz of Here Come the Mummies is hard not to love.
Throughout two hours of nonstop music, the Mummies had fans out of their seats and dancing the entire time.
The Mummies kept the audience involved and there was always something to watch on stage, as the mummies used props and danced. In fact, after seeing the show, the only place I have seen better dancing was in the movie “Magic Mike.”
These artists are engaging and talented. Despite the band’s strange background and “under wraps” disguises, the Mummies had me under their spell. Here Come the Mummies earned my respect by staying in character.
Story by Hunter Harrell, Assistant Features Editor