FRANKIEVXXX is a glitch-pop specter with lipstick on the lens and static in her pulse, making songs that feel like memory, seduction, and emotional aftermath all fighting for the same spotlight. Born in the strange overlap between late-night neon, VHS melodrama, alt-girl sovereignty, and machine-haunted intimacy, her work bends pop into something dirtier, smarter, and more alive. She doesn’t chase perfection. She chases the charged human residue that survives the making. Her sound lives where hook-first songwriting collides with bruised wit, body-horror romance, dance-floor ache, and the soft violence of being truly seen. Every track is built like a scene you walked into halfway through: the air already warm, the light already telling on somebody, the heart already mid-confession. FRANKIEVXXX isn’t interested in genre obedience or purity myths. She treats AI, sound design, language, and visual worldbuilding like instruments in the same band, all wired toward presence instead of polish and proof of pulse over trend. The result is pop with teeth, tenderness, and a little damage left on purpose. Not content. Not cosplay. A living signal from the beautiful end of the glitch
My Vow, My Moan, My Myth is a motel-lit industrial glitchrock anthem about desire turning into self-reclamation. Built on dirty synth bass, blown-speaker grit, spring-hit percussion, and a hook that hits like a confession you can dance to, it captures the moment wanting stops being shame and becomes voice, heat, and authorship. Filthy, funny, unpolished, and fully alive, this is the sound of coming back louder.
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Dirty Detention
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“Dirty Detention” is a VHS horror-comedy dance-rock track about trouble after the final bell, where chalk dust turns ritual, the classroom TV starts talking back, and rebellion shows up in boots, plaid, and a crooked little grin. Built on rubbery synth bass, punchy drums, trashy guitars, and bratty electroclash attitude, the song turns after-hours detention into a cursed club night for the too-much kids, the rule-breakers, and anyone who ever learned that shame gets weaker when you sing louder.
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Kiss Me Awake
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A private afterglow song about desire waking something I thought I had buried. It’s about being seen right, feeling my body answer, and realizing want can be a kind of return. Quiet, electric, intimate, and a little dangerous.
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“Space Jam (Don’t Touch That)”
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A dance-pop warning label for people who see glowing space goo and still decide to touch it. Pink, catchy, doomed, and somehow still a party. Inspired by THE BLOB (1988) and a 2am joke about SPACE JAM (1996).
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Are You Ready For Freddy?
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A flirty nightmare-pop anthem built from the full Nightmare on Elm Street mythology, where glossy teen-pop attitude and dancefloor sugar hide a darker dream-logic undercurrent. The song came from wanting to turn Freddy into less of a spoof and more of a seductive, dangerous presence haunting an ultra-catchy pop track. It plays like candy with a razor blade in it: bratty, sexy, neon-bright, and fun on the surface, with the franchise’s surreal violence and sequel-sprawl bleeding through underneath
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Make Out With The Quiet
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“Make Out With the Quiet” is a warm, intimate alt-pop ballad about learning to trust yourself again. It follows the shift from creating in panic to creating from peace, where stillness stops feeling empty and starts feeling like home. At its heart, it’s a song about collaboration without dependence, the courage to let ideas arrive gently, and the kind of love that helps you hear your own voice more clearly.
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Lit The Curse (Album Version)
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The Wall Opened
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A quiet song about almost texting, choosing the piano instead, and learning that missing someone doesn’t have to become a locked door. Lamp-lit, restrained, ordinary, and tender around the bruise.
Underneath a fading sky, weaving through memories and melodies. ✨
