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Straight off the streets of Ballerado, 3OH!3 comes outta the gate with high-class rhymes, low-brow beats and more party than the Bolshevik revolution.

You don't get more gangsta than Sean Foreman and Nathaniel Motte - two natives of Boulder, Colorado, the nation's capital of hippies, hemp wear and Hummers. Ever since they first connected over a mutual man-crush on Buck 65 in a University of Colorado physics class, 3OH!3 has been packing clubs and liberating libidos with their trademark blend of dirty synths and even dirtier come-ons.

Their live shows - spiked with spastic, synchronized dance moves - whip capacity crowds into a gang-sign-throwing, finger-licking frenzy. While keeping their tongues buried deep in their cheeks, Foreman and Motte drop sucker-punch vocals over hard-edged beats that are absolutely no joke.

On their Photo Finish Records debut, these homeboys crumble their crackers into a saucy stew of hip-hop hardness, electro eroticism and 80s pop pabulum. Imagine JJ Fad getting down with Justice, or DMX getting all Depeche Mode on your ass, and you might have a clue of the kind of sonic blasphemy 3OH!3's bringing.

Recorded with noted producer Matt Squire - with extra booty juice ladled on by bass master Benny Blanco (Spank Rock, Bangers & Cash) on a few tracks - the boys' latest slab of bacon comes on like a heart attack - cool and tingly at first, then a little frightening, and ending with a knockdown, drag-out bang. That might sound dangerous - and it is.

Foreman says, "It's a lot like a math problem," and we couldn't agree more. Assuming that your arithmetic homework involves head-rattling wordplay, skronky electronic experimentation and bowel-loosening beats.

"They're so banging, they'll blow any sound system," brags the boastful MC Foreman of the new tracks. Part of the banging is thanks to the unholy alliance between 3OH!3 and Squire, better known for his work with folks like Boys Like Girls and Panic at the Disco. Whoever said oil and water don't mix never tasted a good vinaigrette. Describing the zesty mélange that came out of the collaboration, Foreman is never at a loss for a simile. "It's like renting a movie with three different people at Blockbuster."

Lest you think the 3OH!3's rough edges will be smoothed out by the slick sliders of a platinum producer, rest assured that the Boulder boys are keeping it realer than Roswell.

"We want to capture some of that rawness from when we were recording in the shower."

So if you're ready for a bumping throw down at the hoedown, let 3OH!3 get the party started.