With Here Come the Mummies it’s Tut, Tut, play that funky cut

It’s one of those ideas that could have been born in between bong hits.

(Inhale.)

“Dude, what if the members of Parliament Funkadelic died, had their brains removed via their nasal passages and then were posthumously bandaged? But, and here’s the thing, they remained a band, man?”

(Exhale.)

(Cough.)

We’re not sure if that’s how Here Come the Mummies actually came to be, but hey, it’s no more unlikely than a costumed funk octet kicking out fierce ’70s-style grooves while dressed like King Tut’s corpse.

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