RJD2, The Third Hand

The Third Hand
***** (5 out of 5 stars)

Taste. What is taste? My good friend Eric Berry told me that My Big Fat Greek Wedding did better in ticket sales than the film Office Space. This only proves that the populist opinion of mankind sucks—why else would sh-t like organized sports and NASCAR be more popular than fine art or stand-up comedy? They’ll pay a jerk 40-mil a year to make a three-point basket, but the six year old making baskets for Crate & Barrel in India only gets four cents a day.

To think Philly (the same city that brought us such hard-hitting cats as the Sub Zero shop crew and Vinnie Paz from Jedi Mind) could conceive RJD2 is just as baffling as a human like Dave Hupp coming from the nautical-compass-tat-rocking-black-hair-scenester-Pabst-Blue-Ribbon-cane-loving-snort-land life mentality in the city of Portland. So my point is that it’s rad to see people rebel against their surroundings. RJD2 is the Che Guevara of Philly.—Nate Sherwood
(Editor’s note: RJD2 is originally from Columbus, Ohio, not Philly. Sorry, Nate.)