Making fun of hip-hop can come off as downright offensive, but
that’s not what’s likely to offend about The Rhythm Method, who
expertly merge hip-hop and third-wave feminism. The perfect rebuttal to
dumb jocks and girls wearing pyjamas and Ugg boots to class, they hail
from the wilds of the Dal campus with ridiculously clever lyrics and
dirty jokes, rapping about sex, university, unplanned pregnancy and
crushes on dads. Ranging from the absurd to the distasteful, there’s
nothing cute about this record besides the band photos, and rhymes like
“I just like the colour blue when it’s on your balls,” aren’t for the
prudish. Laura Kenins
This article appears in Feb 12-18, 2009.