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Too pop for punk, too "old school" for the New Wave.
Mumps were a 70's era New York rock band, out of time.
Everything about us was contradictory or cockeyed in a fashion era in which
motorcycle jackets, mohawk hairdos, torn clothing and lots and lots of chains
were the order of the day, we were the band most often seen in jackets, dress
shirts and ties. Our high vaunting musical ambitions were matched with low
ranking musical expertise, we had a lead singer who could sweat better than he
could stay in key, and besides the fact that three of us were gay in a
hetero-heavy field which only acknowledged homosexuality as being a passing
marketing ploy in David Bowie's career. The only thing shared between us all
was our weird combination of superiority and insecurity.
lncluded on this compilation you'll hear just about everything Mumps ever recorded both our singles, a smattering of early rehearsal tapes, demos, an alternate version, and even one number "Stupid" which was recorded for a compilation record of New York bands that never got released and which now sounds, to me at least, to be among the best things we ever committed to tape.
Now from beyond the grave, Mumps are back. What's our worth in this day and age? Coming from a point in time, before MTV, that is as good as prehistoric, there is of course the archeological factor. (....Jurassic Punk?) Then there is also the timeless factor. Allowing myself only a moment on the soap box, our music spoke to the true misfit class of American teenager. Not the poetic James Dean type dream outcast, but the real, nerdy, nobody wants em, Forgotten Teens. You know the type. Too square to be down with the homeboys too idiotic to be up with the illelectuals, too insecure to be the center of attention and too impatient to just sit at home and wait until they get to be 21. Mumps music, and this of course was based on the tunes and lyrics mostly of Kristian Hoffman, spoke io the disenfranchised, kids who wanted to fit in any place but fit in no place instead. These Mumps miscreants came to our shows, loved my sweating and sour notes, were bewitched by Kristian Hoffman's pouting piano presence, thought Toby Duprey was the hottest guitarist ever, Paul Rutner was the toughest drummer around and Kevin Kiely was what the Venus De Mila would have been had she been a teenaged runaway male in the 2Oth century who played bass. The record of course is, as far as I'm concerned, first of all is for the former members of Mumps, something to show for the seven years spent in hard labor on the chain gang of rock and roll. But secondly this record is for the dorky youth. For kids who are dumb, unpopular, and considering a lifetime fraught with serious adjustment problems...Mumps the word.
-LANCE LOUD '94