Ima Robot

Listening to the new Ima Robot album is like going to a party that you’re sure will suck. At first you’ve created a self-fulfilling prophecy: “Dynamite” is silly, and while “Song #1” cutely replaces the guitars with synths, it’s still a stupid punk song. But then there’s the Pulp-ish chorus of “Alive,” and you have to check yourself just to make sure you’re not having fun. Pretty soon—somewhere around “Dirty Life”—you’ve stopped playing with the dog and you’re dancing despite yourself. By the time “What Are We Made From” ushers you out of the house, you’re wondering when you’re going to see this Roxy Music vs. Pink Floyd cutie again. You have just enough energy to hang out on the lawn through “Black Jettas,” and then it’s time to head home—happy you came and hoping they’ll invite you back.