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PRAISE FOR LOS FRANKIES"We could use more bands like Los Frankies these days. The Los Angeles outfit is a feral, unflinching flashback to the days when rock’s underground was testing the limits of good taste in some outlandish ways, whether it was the New York Dolls’ trans-glam performance art or the all-in guitar-hero debauchery of Johnny Thunders’ Heartbreakers." -Magnet
"alive in the way early punk was alive, fueled by danger, grime, and a chaotic pulse that makes you want to hit repeat." -Blurred Culture
"Rather than simply revisiting punk’s golden age, Los Frankies detonate it, sounding like The New York Dolls or The Heartbreakers resurrected under the flicker of a Hollywood streetlight in 2025."-The Big Takeover" There’s no playing it safe with Los Frankies. They want to remind you that it’s ok for rock to still be dangerous and defiant, the way it used to be. But it takes special artists to be able to pull off that message. You either have it, or you don’t, and Los Frankies most certainly has it, swagger and all." -V13 |
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Just as 2025 comes to a close, a new age of rock-and-roll debauchery has officially arrived. Hailing from Los Angeles, Los Frankies are at the center of the storm, and today they’re back for more with their second single, “Dog City.”
Guitarist and vocalist Frankie Clarke (of Frankie and the Studs) brings the grit, glam, and guitar heroics — a full-throttle mix of Johnny Thunders swagger and no-bullshit attitude. Frontman and guitarist Frankie Salazar leads with unrelenting ferocity, with a voice big enough to tear down walls. Behind them, Miles Deiaco pounds the drums like he’s trying to break the world open, while Davide Cinci holds the low end steady — the calm anchor amid the firestorm. Together, they make a sound that’s filthy, fearless, and undeniably alive.
After unveiling their debut album D.E.D. City last month — led by the 70s-style punk ripper “I’m on Drugs,” which earned comparisons to The New York Dolls and The Heartbreakers — Los Frankies are turning up the heat with “Dog City,” a fierce and biting punk banger decked out in black eyeliner, leather chokers and unbridled attitude. The track rides a throbbing indie sleaze groove, pulling from the raw swagger of Queens of the Stone Age and the stripped-down punch of The White Stripes. It’s a track about sex, freedom, and surviving the grind of the dog-eat-dog city. The chorus explodes into a glam-soaked stomp, channeling T. Rex with a shout-along hook that dares you to sing it loud, haters be damned. Sweaty, swaggering, and built to be played loud, "Dog City" is a soundtrack for strutting through chaos like you own the pavement.
With D.E.D. City, Los Frankies aren’t interested in playing it safe — they’re here to remind the world that rock music can still be dangerous, defiant, and deliriously alive.
"Dog City" is out January 7, 2026 on all DSPs. Los Frankies' debut album, D.E.D. City is due for release on March 6, 2026. |
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D.E.D. City - Tracklisting:
01. I’m On Drugs
02. Dog City
03. Sugar Town
04. Gunna Wanna
05. Snake Eyes
06. Kick The Stool
07. Company Man
08. Holy Games
09. Death To The King
10. Far Away (S.F.S.C.) |
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Los Frankies Bio:
Let me tell you about a band that’s gonna knock your dirty socks off — Los Frankies, and their debut album, D.E.D. CITY. These lot hail from Hollywood, but don’t go thinking they’re just another bunch of pretty faces trying to cash in on the sunshine. Nah, this crew’s got something real.
You’ve got Frankie Clarke — yeah, that Frankie from Frankie and the Studs — on guitar and vocals. She plays with all the attitude and grit you’d expect, a proper mix of Johnny Thunders swagger and full blown rock and roll chaos. The chick can make a guitar scream like it’s been possessed by something filthy, and she’s got the voice to match. Mean, melodic, and completely unbothered.
Then there’s Frankie Salazar, frontman, lead guitar, and full on punk messiah. This lad’s a proper motherfucker — his voice is big enough to tear down walls, and when he shreds, it’s like he’s channeling every great punk icon that ever lived, only dirtier and louder. There’s a modern twist in there too, but make no mistake — this is a love letter to 70s punk, scrawled in blood and gasoline.
On drums, you’ve got Miles Deiaco — this bloke plays like he’s on a mission to destroy everything in sight. Fast, wild, and with absolutely no time for subtlety. He’s the engine room, the thunder, the panic attack behind the kit. Keeps it from falling apart, but makes sure it never sounds tidy. A proper madman.
And then there’s Davide Cinci on bass — the anchor in the storm. He’s the one holding it all together while the rest of the band tries to burn the place down. You can feel the low end rumble in your gut — it’s thick, nasty, and it grooves in just the right way. Controlled chaos, held steady by the calmest hands in the room. |
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