Mungo Jerry es una banda británica fundada a finales de la década de 1960, conocida por su distintivo sonido influenciado por el blues, el rock y el skiffle. El nombre del grupo se inspira en un poema de T. S. Eliot titulado "Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer" de su libro "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats". La alineación inicial la conformaron Ray Dorset (vocalista y guitarrista), Colin Earl (teclista), Mike Cole (bajista) y Paul King (banjoísta).
En 1970, la banda tuvo su primer gran éxito con el sencillo “In the Summertime”, una canción pegajosa y optimista que resonó en las listas de éxitos mundiales. Esta canción no solo dominó las listas británicas, sino que también alcanzó el top 10 en más de 20 países. Su ritmo animado y letra sencilla capturaron la esencia del verano, haciendo que la pista se convirtiera en un himno estacional.
El estilo de Mungo Jerry está marcado por una mezcla ecléctica de géneros. Su música combina el blues con el rock & roll, el skiffle e incluso elementos de jazz. Esta fusión de estilos les permitió destacar en la escena musical de su tiempo, atrayendo tanto a amantes del rock tradicional como a seguidores de sonidos más experimentales.
Aunque “In the Summertime” sigue siendo su
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The Thing Song Lyrics
The Thing by Mungo Jerry Antarctica winter 1982
Research was going steady
And there was nothing much to do
In the distance a lone wolf flees
But no one knows
The carnage that this animal will bring
VIOLENCE UNFOLDS
Assaulted by Norwegian guests
They'll have to die like all the rest
SEARCHING THROUGH SNOW
Discovering the frozen corpse
Of something that's not of this earth
THE CREATURE COMES FORTH
An evil makes its presence known
Attempting to create a clone
NOWHERE TO GO
And something grim is at hand
Something in this artic land
The Thing
No one knows the hell it will bring
It's got you from the inside
It's taking over your life
Intentions so unexplained
Until it gets a hold of your brain
Hiding till the damage is done
Killing them off one by one
The sense of fear begins to grow
No one has protection
From this dangerous infection
Their fates in the hands of the unknown
And nerves are quickly blowing
While the thing is steadily growing
Whom to trust they'll never know
And nothing can contain
A creature unexplained
Half the crews dead more to go
Somehow it's got to stop
And now McReadys getting pissed off
Now there's nothing left to do
Discovering who's human
Is what this final test will prove
Deadly results are what this test brings
But it's the final hope
To unveil his gruesome being
VIOLENCE UNFOLDS
The test was the solution
Now its time for execution
SEARCHING THROUGH THE SNOW
And now Blair is the last Thing left
He'll fight until his dying breath
THE CREATURE COMES FORTH
But this will be the final clash
And kills it with a giant blast
NOWHERE TO GO
Our hero's fate is finally sealed
The camp is lost The Thing is killed (or is it?)