Their name might be inspired by Yo Highness, a parody of Queen Latifah in the ridiculous Spinal Tap-style mockumentary of early 90s hip-hop Fear of a Black Hat, but Yo Majesty certainly aren’t to be messed with or taken lightly. Elements of their unusual story – lesbian, christians prone to on stage nudity – have been hyped for their apparent novelty factor, but Yo Majesty’s Shunda K and Jwl B have much more to offer than jokes and booty beats and boasts.

They’ve certainly attracted the right collaborators – bringing their heat to Neon Neon’s Sweat Shop and touring with other buzz acts CSS and The Gossip. On their debut album Futuristically Speaking… Never Be Afraid they take drag 2 Live Crew, Salt n Pepa and Basement Jaxx into a frothing collection of unapologetically abrasive beats and sweaty lyrics.

The opening cut Fucked Up launches into attack with crunching beats and a dizzying swirl of synths backed up by lyrics rawer than anything Ol Dirty ever imagined.

You can bust out my teeth I don’t give a fuck…
I can’t stand the way you look,
But I like the way you fuck me

As an opening salvo it certainly grabs your attention, and the record never lets up – though most of the album is more concerned with dancefloor beats than bedroom beatings. The Basement Jaxx production pushes Booty Klap into twitchy madness with the girls’ spitfire raps acting as the instructions to franticly perverted aerobics class.

Though it’s not all rugged dancefloor excitement as the girls cool down for the intimate sway of Buy Love, a sweetly sincere love ballad that could have slid between the covers on an All Saints record. The slippery beats of Hott glisten with pent up heat as the girls move in close and seductive with a heavy breathing invitation to get freaky.

Club Action with its memorable chorus (bounce back and forth when you hear this/ jump up in the middle of the club and get pissed/ throw your hands up if ya wanna get rich/ if you feeling how I feel say fuck that shit) kicks in at the end of the record, though its stripped electro beats lacks the impact of the Bagraiders mix with its splice of Enya’s Sail Away.

Like the similarly themed and hyped ‘electro-smut’ groups such as Spank Rock, Bonde Do Role and Plastic Little, the girls have been embraced by the right blogs and endorsed as one of the hype acts on the NME fickle radar, and the album proves they’re worth the praise. Word is that their live shows are even better, and with an Australian tour over New Years we’ll soon find out, if they’re anywhere near as thrilling on stage as on this record those shows will be unmissable.