“Frankly – o ho ho ho – if I were you, I’d listen to this on repeat forever and ever, amen. Those other records you own, they’re past their time on this earth. This is Frank’s Got the Funk, no less.”

“the real cumfest happens at 2:57, when suddenly all music stops and all you hear is the vocals singing the chorus, that's what real pleasure is like. I think moments like that are why the Hindu Gods (all other Gods are tier 2) gave us the sense of hearing.”

“Taking this Frank character of theirs, the band sails through various genres in this album, each presenting him in a different way, a different color. Character or theme-based projects are still new in this country, and ol’ Frankie is already a star! They aren’t “cool gais” for nothing”

“Weep ye common or garden copyists, this Godzilla of a band has mined every cliché known to man and welded it together in five gruesome minutes of clenched-gut choruses, sub-Zeppelin syncopations and foot-on-stage-monitor guitar soloing, bulldozing over any petty niggles like taste or subtlety on their way into Poland in this glorious year of 1939. This isn’t a song, this is a bloodbath.”

“The band was in full throttle with their signature costumes & high-octane sound.”

“They’re a monster truck driven by allosauruses with bazookas.”

“Ultimately it was the energetic bunch that made up Frank's Got The Funk who walked away with the title”