On the second full-length album from this comedy duo, electro beats and white-soul croons bump against jokes about cannibalism and girl troubles — in other words, nothing terribly new for these smart Kiwi guys. The yuks-per-track ratio has fallen a bit compared to last year's Flight of the Conchords, but the combo of silliness and self-deprecation often works, and no visuals are needed for "You Don't Have to Be a Prostitute," a "Roxanne"- flavored cut where one male roommate dissuades another from streetwalking, partly because he keeps bringing clients home.