Once again the boys in bandages were able to draw on their four thousand years love and loss to create an album that will bring you closer to that stinky, sweaty rotting flesh feeling. Listening to this record you will feel as if you are closer to the band than ever before. You will feel like you’re driving across the desert in a cargo van for twenty hours with out air-conditioning. Like you’re having a Jump with Java, cuddling with Cass, a tea tasting with Tut, spooning with Spaz, eating with Eddie, or going to the optometrist with Oozie. O.K. I know that was weak but give me a break this is their fifth record this century. But still, buy the record it will get you laid.
Here Come The Mummies make no legal claim that listing to, buying this record, or coming to their shows will help you get laid.
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