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And you thought Run-DMC was the only groundbreaking hip-hop trio to come out of New York? Oh dear. It's time to let Opti-Grab raise a little hell in this city. I walked into the Mercury Lounge to a room full of party peeps. Opti-Grab – two fellas and a honey – were rapping white-ghetto-glam over funky beats and dancing like extras in a Biggie Smalls video. Think the Moldy Peaches meet Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. One fella wore a too-small black fedora with a feather and fingerless leather gloves and the other fella, the DJ, was in full Boy Scout garb. The Boy Scout was hitting glass-shattering high notes and making the crowd squeal. The only things he was missing were some Jheri curls and a sparkly glove on his hand. The honey had a smoky voice, almost exactly like Gabby Glaser of Luscious Jackson. Opti-Grab's synchronized dance routines were pure gems, and their tongue-in-cheek humor incited riotous laughter and hooting from the crowd. Opti-Grab is so much fun, I'm going to have them play at both my birthday party and my funeral...