FRAANK - A trip into that wonderland behind the mirror.  You'll grin with dainty delight at "Fraank" and the boys.  Watch with utter astonishment as Dave "Bags" Abair plays organ with his seat and sings.  Marvel at Angelo "The Monk" Mullen as he boogies 'til his neck gets sore.  See Jeff "Boots" Boutilier and watch his teeth chatter across the strings.  Jump for Joy as Brennan "The Pest" Roy refuses drink after drink with those all too famous words "Not Me," in an effort to make music from mere dials.  Watch as Jay "The Slug" Richland herds them all into a musical corral.  Joel "Sight-for-sore-eyes" Snyder's dazzling avalanche of wattage cascades down to where you're sitting and flashes you into a psychedelic stupor.  Yes indeedy, folks!  When you're "there", you'll know it!  Not only are the musicians mature, but long hours of rehearsal time make for one touchy band that touches you with long hours of rehearsed boredom.  Croon and Fraank sails through their sets with "rudder" talent.  There can be only one way to describe this one. . . .