When an album cover pictures a fist made out of ladies' legs and asses, you know you're in for some dirty shit. This Toronto punk–funk twosome deliver on that promise on their second LP, which crams hot club jams with heavily distorted synthesizers and sweaty house beats. Topics include chain–smoking, sex, why you shouldn't call people "dykes," and sex. Ghostface Killah and E–40 drop in for some uninspired raps; John Legend cries into his drink on the propulsive "Heartbreaker." MSTRKRFT keep things bouncing, but they never match Daft Punk or Justice on the hook or cleverness quotient. They're like those drunk, loud dudes at a party: They're having a good time, but you might not be.