I was unfamiliar with the music of Stop Calling Me Frank before this past Sunday afternoon’s show at The Worthen Attic. I’m not sure what I expected, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the garage-punk-power-pop-sax-and-harmonies fireworks I just witnessed.
It’s been far, far too long since I’ve seen Sidewalk Driver. Does absence make the heart grow fonder? Perhaps I would have found out if I didn’t already love this band with every fiber of my being. As a band and as humans they don’t come any better.