Words by Lady Godiva

Ghouls, witches and monsters of all kinds, let’s celebrate! Frankie has dug out all the skeletons in your closet and cooked up the soundtrack of mere mortals’ nightmares, an EP made of a triptych that will make you groove whilst giving you shivers in equal measure. What’s inside this spooky season beast?

A frenzied rhythm, voices beyond the grave and a wide array of Halloween ghost train style gimmicks that set the scene to its full extent, one gets trapped into a haunted derelict manor with a riff that literally sticks its fangs into our necks. Blimey! 

Beyond the cinematic panorama, “Panic Attack” couldn’t be more aptly named, it triggers some high adrenaline rush and mirrors our own brainmap when we are afraid, through The Frankieverse’s lens. 

Sometimes our own fears are self-inflicted and we wallow in a prison of our own mind, which is what this young Dutch songwriter is focusing on here. Find the way out through this primitive and garage-y maze of mental pictures and see through the cobwebs of your imagination under that dim chandelier light. Frankie’s vocals are your guiding light. 

 “Agnost” is aimed at overthinkers and how one might ponder so many abstract thoughts for a human brain. What is normal for the spider is chaos to the fly. We can thrive in different levels of hostility, depending on our resilience and cortisol resistance. 

“Time” closes the triptych. What a deep philosophical notion, something that’s not averse to horror narratives. Vampires are condemned to live through eternity and ghost roam until their souls have found peace. In Greek mythology, Kronos was the King of Titans and the god of time, especially time viewed as a destructive, all-devouring force. He indeed feared his sons would rise up against him and overthrow him, so he ate each of his children, the six elder Olympians, as they were born.  Some of us are time-“blind” or sensitive but none of us are immune to its passing. Time will turn us mortals into dust eventually. This think piece is wrapped up in delightful Ray Davies‘ style guitars for a flamboyant finale, followed by the daunting chime of a tower clock or bell as a reminder of inevitable time. 

Listen to Frankie, this love child of Screaming Lord Sutch  just penned a love letter to the ominous and macabre decked out in booty shaking garage anthems whilst infiltrating the dark recesses of your soul. Spooktacular! 

The Frankieverse EP is available as a limited edition 45″ here