Indeed, this L.A. five-piece is a talented bunch, boasting hugely sought-after musicians, like Joey Waronker (ex-R.E.M. touring drummer and session drummer on tracks such as the Vines' "Get Free") and Justin Meldal-Johnsen (Beck's bassist for eight years). On its debut, from the Suede-esque swagger of "Alive," to the frenetic, Devo-meets-Gang of Four finesse of "Dynomite," Ima Robot runs circles around Jet, or any other supposedly "tight" bands ruling the altrock airwaves these days. And though Ebert comes across as a bit precious and all too ironically self-aware on tracks like "Here Come the Bombs," in which he rails against consumer culture while knowing full well that his own band just signed to Virgin with ease, you gotta cut the singer some slack: His mother is an actress and his father is an L.A psychotherapist -- he's fucked, for sure. The occasional snide pretension notwithstanding, Ima Robot more than carries its weight on record, and live. You may come for "Black Jettas," but you'll leave thinking you've just seen a tweaked-out Wire fronted by Bowie.