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January 9, 2018

Concert: Here Come the Mummies

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It’s not every day that you get to witness a group of grown men in full mummy gear play funk music for two straight hours. If that day every comes your way, grab it and go because it will be the best concert you ever see.

Our dear friend Mitch gifted us concert tickets to Here Come the Mummies at the Boulder Theater for Christmas. He had first introduced us to the band, however briefly, at dinner a few months earlier when Belle mentioned having enjoyed seeing Big Bad Voodoo Daddy at the Arvada Center. BBVD is very classic swing music, but Belle’s mentioning of the horns and saxophone prompted Mitch to pull of clips of the Mummies’ funk music. Later, when he saw the band would be touring with a stop in Colorado for the first time in their 18 years as a band, he had the genius idea of getting tickets.

From left to right, Elena, Mitch, and Belle snap a selfie at the Boulder Theater before Here Come the Mummies hit the stage.

The Band

Decked in paint and mummy apparel, the “500 year old Egyptian Mummies” band members are shrouded in mystery. The identities of the eight musicians in the Nashville funk band are kept “under wraps”, as they say. Rumor has it that some of them have Grammies on their mantles from their solo or other group ventures, but nothing has been confirmed. Although it’s very likely because ooooh! lawdy that band can play.

Since 2002, the band has produced nine studio albums, four EPs, and two live albums. The members have fluctuated over the years, but the funky and powerful music has remained true. In addition in performing wicked saxophone, guitar, and trumpet solos, the band has a certain knack for word play. Out of context, lyrics are raunchy and have listeners looking quizzically like “did they really just say that?” In context, it’s just about a guy selling hotdogs (see: Attack of the Weiner Man).

Here Come the Mummies perform on stage. Blue stage lights illuminate band members dressed in mummy costumes and face paint in the funk concert.

The Show

The Mummies entered from the street front of the theater, parading through with drums and an Anubis in tow. Once on stage, the lights went wild. And so did the band. And so did the audience. Immediately, the music was loud, strong, and full. With drums, a key-tar, bass, electric guitar, trumpet, vocals, and three types of saxophone, it was a party.

What we found to be the most OMG was that the mummies didn’t stop. Ever. They masterfully used solos to give members quick water breaks and breathers, but the music never stopped. The dancing never stopped. The vocals never wavered. On it’s own, that’s impressive athleticism and performance abilities. But to do that in Colorado, where the air is thin and the oxygen lacking, that’s down-right amazing. We’ve heard people at various concerts and musicals and sporting events talk about the added difficulty of performing well with less air. We bypass out-of-state hikers keeled over on the side of the trail gasping for air. There’s such a thing as altitude sickness! But the Mummies handled it better than anyone we’d ever seen before (maybe it’s because mummies don’t have lungs? IDK).

Some of the audience knew the band’s work and flew their Freak Flags (it’s a song. It’s great); others were like us and vaguely knew the band. But everyone–everyone–had a great time. 100% would do again.


January 9, 2018