N.E.R.D.’s latest effort is total liquid sex — a party album that still will rock your Casbah when you wake up hungover the next morning.

-“Fly or Die,” N.E.R.D’s (No One Ever Really Dies) sophomore release, is what happens to a high school band geek when he either grows up or daydreams during jazz band about MTV glitz, fast women and high-profile, mega-pop stardom.

Like with the influential neo-soul rockers before it, N.E.R.D. cooks up a fresh batch of genre-bending, wall-thumping funk jazz pop without sliding into predictably malignant, vulgar, big-hook, phat-beat territory.

Somewhere in this mixed-and-matched batch of musical jive, N.E.R.D blends searing anti-war sentiment (“Drill Sergeant”), the smirking ironic attitude of any smug hipster (see the smart and funny gospel-fused “Maybe”) and lots of brooding, hot sex.

It coos, caws, yells, thrusts, screws, bounces and breaks. Whispers hush in and are drowned out by tumultuous bass drum rolls and frenzied, George-Clinton-style funkadelic guitar.

Propelled by a simple, catchy, chord progression, “She Wants to Move” works similar to Justin Timberlake’s “Like I Love You,” but it’s done with a drop of panache, with a James Brown-esque snap, with hand claps and all the moans where they should be.

Avoid a few stereotypical, caveman lyrics like “her ass is a spaceship/ I want to ride,” and you’ll find that “Fly or Die” not only destroys but cooks up some raucous jams and tasty grooves.