On September 13th, 2024, the House of Blues in Dallas became the world’s funkiest tomb as Here Come The Mummies took the stage, bringing their blend of funk-rock, comedy, and ancient undead antics. If you’ve never seen a mummy play a saxophone, well, my friend, you haven’t lived. These guys—wrapped head to toe in bandages to hide their identities—are like the world’s grooviest Scooby-Doo mystery. And after this show, it’s clear why they’ve built such a cult following: they’re equal parts musical virtuosos and absolute goofballs.
Before the Mummies even arrived, the night was kicked off by two energetic openers: Blue Tongue and Post Sex Nachos. Blue Tongue got things rolling with their raw, bluesy rock sound, followed by Post Sex Nachos, whose eclectic, humorous pop-rock vibe had the crowd primed for the funky madness to come.
When Here Come The Mummies finally took the stage, they opened with “My Party,” turning the House of Blues into an all-out celebration hosted by funk-obsessed pharaohs. With horns blasting, bass thumping, and the crowd moving like they were under a funky curse, the Mummies brought the groove from the start. The relentless energy of “Ra Ra Ra” had the audience bouncing like they were possessed, while “Pants” turned into a full-blown sing-along—because nothing unites people like a song about, well, pants.
The secret to their magic? Their humor. These guys have more double entendres than a 70s sitcom and wield them with the precision of seasoned pros. Between cheeky lyrics and wild stage antics—like pelvic thrusts that would make Elvis blush—they kept the audience laughing while laying down some of the tightest funk jams you’ll ever hear. Despite their mummy costumes, their musicianship was far from mummified—these guys are living legends.
At the core of the performance was the brass section—an absolute powerhouse of horns. Sultry sax solos, blistering trumpet runs, and funky trombone blasts had even the stiffest audience members swaying. The night’s antics included a saxophone duel that was as ridiculous as it was impressive, and synchronized mummy-walking that could easily become the next viral dance craze.
By the time they closed the show with the wild and hilarious “Attack of the Weiner Man,” the entire venue was under their funky spell. It’s not every day you see a Texas crowd surrender to a band of wrapped-up rockers, but by the end of the night, everyone was grooving like they’d been bitten by a funky zombie.
In short, Here Come The Mummies turned the House of Blues into an Egyptian-style funk fest. Whether you came for the comedy, the killer musicianship, or just to witness a mummy-led funk apocalypse, this was a concert experience like no other. The band might be wrapped up, but the funk? That’s alive and well, baby.
