Review Summary: Mummies Alive..
Welcome to ***sville. I mean it. Welcome to ***sville, America aka sputnikmusic.com. You have a legendary punk band like The Mummies gracing your site and your ears but all you have to offer is four measly individual ratings? That's pidgey*** my friends and bitch honky scumbag internet associates. You should be ashamed of yourselves but don't worry, it's not too late to change your ways. Listen to their 1990 EP ***sville. It's 9 minutes of classic Mummy material rolled up into one sily digestible recording that's complete with some of the most American artwork of all time. Look at the cover. Stare at it. Feel it. Think it. Eat it. Love it. Poop it. It's a mummy on a motorcycle giving you the middle finger for being a progressive house listening nerd that will never get laid.
If you don't know The Mummies then youtube em or die. Watch their whimsical live performances, watch them flip the bird and yell obscenities to the audience, watch them kick each other, watch them treat their organ like a two dollar whore whore, watch and hear them treat interviewers like a bag of rotted dog dicks left out in the sun too long. Watch them shimmy all over the stage as they produce track after track of their stylish surf rock influenced garage punk. The Mummies have been around a long time, captivating people all over the world with their hypnotic body movements and patented budget rock sound. ***sville features four masterful tracks that cover nine minutes of running time. Simple and crude these compositions may be, The Mummies rock the *** out with a strong rhythmic backbone and dangerously catchy hooks not seen since all the royal brother/sister ***ing was going down back in ancient Egypt. The guitar parts can be quite melodic while being riffy and dirty enough to hang ten that perfect wave. That perfect wave that will win you the heart of the very girl you've been striving to acquire for seven years. You can be her MILF. Her "Mummy I'd Like to ***." The lead mummy in charge of the vokills and the organ is a gorgeous bitch with tremendous musical talent and top tier showmanship. His formidable singing ability can be heard on your itunes but his Greek god like front-man abilities can only be witnessed on youtube or if you are lucky enough to catch a live performance.
The production values are raw and gritty, nothing like the latest flower power Opeth offerings. Unlike Opeth however, The Mummies have heart. And more musical talent. And more stage presence. In terms of The Mummies vast, progressive discography. ***sville serves as a tasty appetizer. Delicious but brief, making you hungrier than before. I'm afraid that if you don't get your Mummies fix asap that you'll sprinting through the house and dive straight into the open toilet that your spouse just made some deposits in and go diving for nuggets until you get your Mummies playing again. Some of their full-lengths that I'd recommend are Party At Steve's House and Never Been Caught.
