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Roosevelt Franklin is a hip-talking, jive-walking, cooler than you phenomenon connected by both the Holland tunnel and a love for the Gonzo. Although the new york/new jersey duo of Kimani Rogers and Mr Len have only been together for a couple of years they have already injected the world with an LP entitled “Somethings Gotta Give” , two singles, and an ep, as well as attaining success, fame, heavy rotation on MTV 8, and a legion of willing followers.

Selling their bottled sweat and collages of their hair trimmings has proved to be the biggest money maker so far. Plans for the future include lunch boxes, kool-aid flavored “muppet juice”, condoms, and bed sheets.

Roosevelt Franklin’s sophmore endeavor ‘bare food’ picks up exactly where Guns N Roses ‘Appetite For Destruction’ left off... that is in complete silence. Everything from that point on bears absolutely no resemblance whatsoever, save for the bands tendency to hold ‘paradise city’ sing alongs during their live shows.

In the monstrous towers of the World headquarters, the wise ex-American idol judges Jesus and Snarf have complete faith that Roosevelt Franklin will spread faster than the razor skooter (or syphilis in a whore house). And they see to it in making sure that the guys get whatever it is that they want, be it all the red starbursts in the pack, or passwords to internet porn sites.

Roosevelt Franklin sounds like Nirvana playing RUN DMC songs after a week long bender of listening to only Richard Pryor records. Throwing convention to the wind they mix there old school hip-hop sampling techniques with their indie rock roots by plugging in a keyboard and live drum kit. Their personal influences include A Tribe Called Quest, Eddie Murphy , Sesame Street, flasks of Tennessee bourbon, IFC, beer, ass parade dot com, and of course Flava Flav.

Roosevelt Franklin sees the underground scene as becoming stagnant and more accessible to big league capitalist pig major labels. But does Roosevelt Franklin feel a moral duty to fight this cancerous evil? No fucking way! We want to cash in and suck up to the big wigs in hopes that we too can Get High and Fuck. Get High and Fuck. Get High and Fuck. They’re spinning, oh yes they’re spinning.

Soon we will need acme groupie repellant. Soon we will be coming to your town, using your bathrooms, and removing all of the Haagen Dazs from your refrigerator. Soon we will do encores of “We are the World” and ‘La Bamba’ at benefit concerts with all of our celebrity friends. These are the kind of guys that you can bring home to Mom, just don’t leave them alone with her cause they have seen milf hunter.

Thank you for your time.

Roosevelt Franklin

if you have some business you'd like to discuss you can email us at roosefrank@gmail.com