Brassy’s debut was a spirited hybrid: the staccato New York punk you might expect from Muffin Spencer (sister of Jon), with hip hop scratches courtesy of Manchester’s DJ Swett. Now they’ve moved to almost pure hip hop, played on by a funk-happy band. In the new (pace Debbie Harry) movement of punky white women rapping, Spencer is more convincing than Northern Exposure but less interesting than Le Tigre. Her drawled venom over the skeletal, bass-driven title track shows Brassy at their best, though elsewhere some bratty energy is lost.