"We could do an album or we could do it viral/Spread it like an STD you got back in high school," boasts Sean Foreman. Give the Colorado "crunkcore" duo accuracy points: Streets of Gold is about as pleasant as a case of genital herpes. The formula is the same: dopey electro rock bolstering "raps" about drinking ("Wake up next to pharaohs hung over in Cairo") and getting girls to "touch on" their privates. A Dr. Luke beat and a screwball Ke$ha cameo make "My First Kiss" listenable, but otherwise this is grim stuff — a soundtrack for beer-pong tournaments.