It’s been a long and dusty road since 1922 when, at a dig in the desert south of Tunis, Professor Nigel Quentin Fontenelle Dumblucke IV (1895-1973) unearthed the ruins of an ancient discotheque to find a dozen undead Egyptian mummies inexplicably throwing down what he dubbed, "Terrifying Funk From Beyond the Grave."
From these hovering souls, who called themselves Here Come The Mummies, Professor Dumblucke learned of the powerful curse that doomed them to wander the earth, seeking the ultimate riff, the one that may allow their spirits to rest after eons of, as they put it, "banging out solid fly grooves, y'all." But their story was murky at best...
What is clear is that these saucy specters resurfaced around the turn of the Millennium. Without so much as a hot bath, HCTM would open for P-Funk and Al Green, rock Super Bowl Village 2012, become regulars at The Bob and Tom Show and massive festivals like Summerfest, and make themselves the darlings of sell-out crowds over wide swaths of North America. Maybe that's why the ladies (and some dudes) can't stop losing their minds over these mayhem-inducing mavens of mirth.
2013 saw HCTM pool the remains of their dusty hearts, addled brains, and withered appendages to make Cryptic, their sixth studio album.
A brand new EP, A La Mode (the first of a series) is available now, and later this year will come Rejuvannhilation, a full length concert film.
Some say they were cursed after deflowering a great Pharaoh's daughter. Others claim they are reincarnated Grammy-Winning studio musicians. Regardless, their showmanship, deep-pocket grooves, and penchant for double entendre will melt your heart and your face alike. Get ready, here comes… Here Come The Mummies.
Hot off the heels of their Opening Day bash, the pre-eminent undead funk ambassadors come back to town to host a Halloween party you won’t want to miss! The mummies bring their insatiable urge to get down to what promises to be one of the biggest parties Cincinnati will see this year.
Over 5000 years ago, from the dry stretches of the not-so-fertile crescent, wandered a well-endowed, if foul smelling tribe, Expleticus Deleticus. They played upon musical instruments that, although crude, were nevertheless vessels of seeming infinite funkiness. Unearthed hieroglyphs (some thought to be the first instances of sexual innuendo in song "lyrics") tell a salacious story: a tribe possessing the power to groove most righteously, made drop the tunics of five luscious teenage daughters of the Pharaoh, who subsequently cursed them with a spell so vile, merely to repeat its name is to reduce your tongue to cinders inside your very head.