Tell The Franks punk rock died the day it was defined, and they’ll tell you to piss off. Remind them that Sid Vicious died almost a decade before they were conceived and they'll laugh in your face. Talk about Detroit or London and they'll interrupt you with a smirk so sardonic you'll crawl back to whatever old folks' home you came from with your bigot tail tucked so far between your legs you won't walk right for days.
The Franks emerged on the L.A. scene in 2008 not long after frontman Jean Don't - having spent 21 years throwing fits and raising hell inside his own head - finally got sick of thinking and breathing punk and recruited a team to live it out loud: drummer Mimi Malone and bassist Ron Ray Gunn. They were to bring it back - whatever it was that got lost when The Clash threw in the towel leaving rock empty of anything but eye-makeup and radio promoters.
So, talk to the Franks about how punk rock was at least a little resurrected when Britney Spears shaved her head and how it died all over again at the sight of her extensions, tell them that living in L.A. looks shitty on a punk's résumé, and tell them that they'll be fighting a venomous enemy taking on a world of commercial artistry...
Frankly my dears, they won't give a fuck.