Won’t you take me to funkytomb

Beyond-the-grave funk at Oddbody’s with Here Come the Mummies

By Josher Lumpkin

It’s not every night that a group of eight funky mummies rise from the underworld to entice you with their fresh sounds. This Saturday, Dayton will get a chance to bear witness to this astounding phenomenon. Here Come the Mummies, an immensely talented group of bandaged funksters, will take the stage at Oddbody’s to funk you all the way to the afterlife.

But don’t be scared; these undead musicians won’t hurt you. After seven studio albums, a handful of EPs, and a couple live albums and DVDs, HCTM just want to play for you … and maybe with you.

HCTM members KW Tut (bass), Midnight Mummy (baritone sax) and Eddie Mummy (drums) took some time out of their busy schedules of lumbering about, groaning with their arms outstretched to answer a few of our most inane questions.

What is fortuitous in the timing of your mummified remains being brought back to funk us up in the 21st century? Could there have been a better time, or is 2016 AD just right?

KW Tut: It’s just right, because we have had time to age, mellow, putrefy and then just flat-out stank. You can hear in every note how badass we literally are.

As I was browsing the Ancient Egypt section of our local history museum, I learned that those who were mummified were usually people of some importance. So I have to ask, were you people of prominence? There are, of course, the rumors floating around that you deflowered the Pharaoh’s daughter…

KW Tut: We were just important enough to be mummified, but not important enough to escape being cursed to walk the earth forever. Sort of an insurance gap of the spirit-world, if you will.

What freedom have you found wrapped up as a mummy that you didn’t have as an al fresco human? Is there a reduction in stage fright? Do you prefer the air of mystery that comes with being a mummy?

Midnight Mummy: The air is mysterious (and malodorous), and we dig that. Plus, there is in fact a reduction of most “frights”—not just the stage variety. We don’t suffer from trypophobia, mysophobia, astraphobia, writer’s block or tennis elbow.

Are there challenges to being a mummy in a band that you wouldn’t have as a mortal? 

Eddie Mummy: Electric guitar strings sever Cass’ [Mummy Cass, guitarist] decrepit digits like a cheese slicer on a nightly basis. Spaz [keyboard] often gets shocked by his vocal mic, and believes he is Orson Welles reincarnated. “The Flu” [baritone sax] gets lost in the fog on stage and wanders off—he was once picked up over 15 miles away angrily demanding “where did you guys go?”

As I’m sure you’re aware, Dayton has an intimate history with funk, breeding the likes of the Ohio Players, Faze-O, Zapp, etc. 

KW Tut: Baby, we are aware. And we can’t wait to lay down some “Original. Undead. Funk.” for the people of Dayton. You’re gonna dig it!

There’s a fair amount of energy on stage for an undead ensemble. Frankly, you coming completely unwound from your wrappings seems like an alarming possibility. Is there a stylist who helps you with your look, or is what we see just the natural you, rolled out of bed and ready to rock? 

Midnight: If only there was a stylist, or aesthetician, or maybe a nurse! No, these rags are hopelessly intermingled with our decaying flesh, at this point. Think of our bandages as “baked-in.” Dig? No separating the ingredients now. Like a bandage-casserole. That said, they can withstand much in the way of rocking and rolling (plus nibbling).

Any tips for fans on how to get the most out of your live performance? Aside from being well-rested, hydrated and ready to let the music move them, that is.

Eddie: Pursue a personal aerobic exercise-training program. Plus everything you said.

What does the future hold for Here Come the Mummies? What musicians would you like to collaborate with that you haven’t had the opportunity to as of yet? KW Tut: Nobody knows the future, and that includes us. We are just happy in the moment, y’know? As to collaborators, that is a toughie! It’d be an infinitely shorter list as to who we would not like to collaborate with, and we mean that. Taylor Swift? We love her! Miley Cyrus? Bring it! Sam Cooke, back from the grave, even though it’s a bit creepy? Totally.

Here Come the Mummies will perform Saturday, Feb. 13 at Oddbody’s 5418 Burkhardt Rd., in Dayton. Magic Jackson and McGuff & the Dumpster Fires are also on the bill. Tickets are $25 in advance, $30 at the door, for patrons 18+. Doors at 7 p.m. For more information, please visit HereCometheMummies.com.

Josher Lumpkin is a nursing student and aspiring historian who enjoys writing about music and geekdom of all kinds. He is especially fond of punk rock, tabletop gaming, sci-fi/fantasy and camping with his wife, Jenner, and their dogs, Katie and Sophie. Reach him at JosherLumpkin@DaytonCityPaper.com.

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Josher Lumpkin is a nursing student and aspiring historian who enjoys writing about music and geekdom of all kinds. He is especially fond of punk rock, tabletop gaming, sci-fi/fantasy and camping with his wife, Jenner, and their dogs, Katie and Sophie. Reach him at JosherLumpkin@DaytonCityPaper.com.

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