Frankie's flame burnt bright and fast, but has made a lasting impression on the musical landscape.
The five scouse scallies that embedded themselves in everything from Look In to NME, from Razzmatazz to the nine o'clock news, scored a short string of hits
, all of which are revisited tonight as vocalist Holly Johnson
played his debut solo Brighton show at The Dome.
Sadly Holly was without those fellow scallies who shared his journey in the mid-80s.
Their reunion for the Eurovision opening party earlier this year in Liverpool was a springboard for the false hope of thousands of fans worldwide. But Johnson comes armed with a backing band that plays it faithful and true.
Marking the 40th anniversary of the juggernaut that was Frankie's first single, Relax, and the 35th anniversary of his debut solo album, Blast, Johnson is in fine vocal form and humour, making all these achievements feel like mere moments ago.
Recreating those huge productions live on stage - spearheaded by Trevor Horn and his team - was a near impossibility four decades ago, but technology has finally caught up with the Frankie sound.
Now Johnson and his band make it look easy and with even more punch, if you can believe that"s even possible? One can only imagine how electrifying the show would be with a full compliment of Frankies.
An opening volley of Warriors of the Wasteland and Welcome to the Pleasuredome pave the way for some deep cuts from Johnson's solo career, peppered with all four hits from Blast and Frankie's Rage Hard. Americanos and Love Train almost steal the show, but Johnson still has aces up his sleeve.
The final section of the show begins with the end of Frankie. Their last hurrah, Watching the Wildlife, feels bittersweet when Johnson places it in this context, but the aforementioned juggernaut is about to plow through the audience.
Forty years ago the single, Relax, sounded massive. Forty years later it still sounds massive. Live? Well, it's off the scale, packing a punch that the heaviest of metal bands can only dream of.
The song, launched in 1983, tore a new one in 1984, and for four glorious minutes the Brighton audience were back in that moment, complete with handheld lamp scanning the audience and faux robotic head turns.
The only way Johnson could follow that was by doing exactly what he and his fellow band members did in 1984, smack everyone round the head with Two Tribes to round off the set.
The Cold War anthem that almost hogged the top spot of the charts for the whole summer of that year unfortunately remains as relevant now as it did then.
Gorbachev and Reagan are replaced with images of Ukraine on screen, hitting home it's still very important message.
The Power of Love is the sole encore, bolstered by a crowd singalong at levels normally reserved for Queen's stadium fillers. It's emotional, it's beautiful, it's perfect.
Holly say no more.