Dick can kick! Dick can kick better than you and I ever will. Dick can even kick out his own butt, let alone your ass.

Even at the Skylark, which is one of those confused “should I be a bar or a rock club” venues and had a space full of tables and chairs instead of the ample standing space we’d rather have to heckle the band, Twink the Wonderkid still amply managed to fulfill our every rock ‘n roll desire.

Lead guy Dick doesn’t even need you to be there…he’d be happy by himself, hamming it up for his own bemusement. Lucky for us he’s got a killer rock band to back him up, leaving him room to keep a smirk on our faces for the whole set. The Swede will make you wish you had the foresight to learn to play guitar back before puberty, and except for the need to shave the bass players head to fulfill the bald triangle of power (tell him so when he throws you a pick), the beveridge rhythm section is a force to be reckoned with.

Someday I’ll befriend the band, then they’ll require that I come up on stage to sing the “yeah, I know” back-ups, and I’ll be the one pouring a drink on the snare during the drum solo, and…

But until then, I feel guilty for burning their new cd “White Sabbath” from a friend instead of buying it. With such unconventional yet familiar hits as “Every Child is a Miracle” and “Nikki Sixx 7 8 9 10”, you’re sure to be hooked after a few listens. I’ll make it up to them by seeing many more shows, and working on my teenage kicks.