Dickins

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“Instead of simply a regular 5-star review, could you give us a 5-pentagram review?” Your Dickins disc won’t include a pink Post-it query, but a pointed racket from the local fourpiece skewers all five sides. Thrash gallop (“Red Nurse”), Brit-punk bombast (“Chariots Ablaze”), prog caterwaul (“Nite Soil”), hardcore (“Fuck This”), and even Gwar-ishness (“War Horn”) get launched like an assassin’s Chinese star. Dickins: where the pentagram becomes a Mohawk. ***

This article appears in August 5 • 2011.

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San Francisco native Raoul Hernandez crossed the border into Texas on July 2, 1992, and began writing about music for the Chronicle that fall, debuting with an album review of Keith Richards’ Main Offender. By virtue of local show previews – first “Recommendeds,” now calendar picks – his writing’s appeared in almost every issue since 1993.