THE MARY TYLER WHORES
It all begins in the sweaty back alleys of South Florida, sometime in 1999, where three degenerates with too much attitude and not enough sense accidentally sparked a cult-level punk phenomenon.
Front and center was Frankie “Crime” Cassara — vocalist, ringleader, and certified public menace. Beside him, slinging riffs like Molotov cocktails, stood Doobie Tyler Whore, a six-string saboteur with a permanent snarl and a knack for turning any stage into a war zone. And behind the kit, pounding out the heartbeat of the apocalypse, was the late Joey Image — yes, that’s Joey Image of “The Misfits” — you know “Horror Business, Night of the Living Dead, Legacy of Brutality”, Proto-Hardcore Pioneers, Eternal Icons, R.I.P. Rest in Punk Joey.
The Mary Tyler Whores got their name after Frankie and Doobie heckled a band hard at the “Culture Room” in Fort Lauderdale — turns out it was the Ft. Lauderdale Police Band, and a packed crowd full of off-duty cops. Frankie and Doobie got dragged into the alley, beat senseless, and called “little whores” by the police as they kicked in their faces. That was the exact moment the band was born—blood, spit, and municipal brutality. The rest was infamy.
From their very first rehearsal, it was obvious: these bastards weren’t here to join the scene — they were here to terrorize it. The Mary Tyler Whores quickly detonated every stage they stepped on with a megaton blast of twisted punk fury. Frankie’s throat-ripping bark, Deuce’s lead chainsaw melodies, Doobie’s rhythm guitar attacks, Joey’s demolition-site drumming — every show ended in a complete fucking mess: beer, sweat, piss, and even blood everywhere — and the crowd just screaming for more, wilder and completely unhinged. Fans didn’t just watch, they submitted. They were destined to warp every gutter kid, freak, burnout, and lost soul who needed something real, loud, and filthy enough to feel alive. They didn’t just make their mark, they carved it into punk history with a blade, a grin full of bad intentions, and not a single fuck given.
The Mary Tyler Whores shared stages with punk royalty and longtime friends: The Misfits (R.I.P. Joey), Iggy Pop, GBH, Murphy’s Law, The Casualties, The Bouncing Souls, U.S. Bombs, and countless others. The road stories get carved into the annals of madness, even Iggy Pop would stand hysterically amused from the side of the stage when a fan ripped off his prosthetic leg, with a The Mary Tyler Whores sticker on it, and hurled it at Frankie from the front row — who immediately began bashing Doobie over the head with it, creating a legendary moment of punk rock theater.
Fast-forward to 2023. After more than a decade running wild in California, Frankie decided it was time to dig up the corpse of The Mary Tyler Whores and shock it back to life. He rounded up his best offrienders and the OG wrecking crew reported for duty:
Frankie “Crime” Cassara — Lead Vocalist
Doobie Tyler Whore — Rhythm Guitarist
Rob Deuce — Lead Guitarist
George “Korky” Kokkoris — Drums
Aaron “The Proj” Miller — Bass/Guitar
The Mary Tyler Whores “Hell On Wheels” Official Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJ43Imp3lTQ&feature=youtu.be
With the band back together, Frankie called his old buddy and childhood mentor, Greg Hetson (Circle Jerks, Bad Religion), to sign on, witness, and produce their debut album “As Filthy As We Wanna Be” at his own Hetson Sound Studios in Encino, California.
During the As Filthy As We Wanna Be sessions, Dr. Madvibe (Angelo Moore of Fishbone) was summoned to the studio. He unleashed his arsenal of alto, tenor, and baritone sax all night long to compose and arrange the horns for the twisted spy-creeper punk jam “ClamJacked”, even adding his signature vocal banter to the track. The Mary Tyler Whores also collaborated with super producer “Mike G” and the ever-so-freaky hip-hop star Riff Raff, (currently on tour with Limp Bizkit for the Loserville Tour), to create the bonus track “World Against Me.” The record was engineered and mixed by Shane Smith and finally mastered by Paul Logus at PLX Mastering Studios in New York City to create this audio- grenade.
In 2024 and 2025, The Mary Tyler Whores injected four rabid singles—and their brilliantly deranged videos—straight into the bloodstream of the underground: “White Trash Girl,” “American Sex Fiend,” “Savage World,” and their sweat-drenched, DEVO-devoted, buck-wild cover of “Whip It.” Each release slammed down like a slow-motion brawl in a bathroom— loud, idiotic, trashy and hypnotically addictive.
On March 2, 2025, fate swung full circle. Iggy Pop and his BBC Radio 6 producer from Iggy’s own “Confidential Show” in London heard “American Sex Fiend” blasting over the airwaves in the UK. Iggy recognized the chaos of his old friends and, without hesitation, added the track to his BBC show, locking it into his playlist and giving The Mary Tyler Whores a full transatlantic salute from the godfather of punk himself.
Shortly after, they were personally invited by Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope of the legendary Insane Clown Posse to appear on the iconic stage at the 2025 Juggalo Festival: Gathering of Legends, where they absolutely annihilated the stage to a massive Juggalo crowd. Whoop Whoop! They torched 2025 with a filthy end-of-the-year riot in California supporting T.S.O.L., then headlined their Holiday Slam Festival downtown L.A., dragging fans into total Christmas carnage.
Now older, meaner, barely any wiser, and fully reanimated, these vagabonds locked down a worldwide deal with the ever-eclectic, legendary label Cadiz Music (Creation Youth Music – “Youth” Killing Joke, IN.2 Records – Johnny Depp) in London, 2025. Under the eye of tastemaker/musician/producer Richard England, they prepped to drag their circus of beautiful disaster across the globe in 2026. Their 15-track debut full-length, “As Filthy As We Wanna Be,” drops Sept 25th, 2026 on Cadiz Music / Universal UK—vinyl, CD, digital, and whatever formats survive the blast radius.
The Mary Tyler Whores will spend end of 2026-2027 tearing through the UK and Europe and hurled straight into the faces of a generation too soft to survive it. The Mary Tyler Whores come back hotter, meaner, and uglier than ever. They crash into the next wave of beaten-down, fucked-up, worn-out kids who need something filthy enough to bite back. Punk didn’t die, it mutated, sharpened its teeth and started laughing in your face!
Say hello to the next big thing. Hell, maybe the last thing standing.
LOVE, THE MARY TYLER WHORES.
