This one comes from lifeinabungalo.com:

Lots Of
New Wave, No Roboto

By George Koroneos

IMA Robot @ Sin-e
NYC: October 13, 2003

"After a huge stint opening up for Hot Hot Heat at New York’s Irving Plaza, avant-new wave rockers IMA Robot blew open the Lower East Side with an hour long set at Club Sin-e. The band set it off hard with one of their few punk rock tunes Song #1, allowing both guitarists to show their chops before rhythm guitarist Oliver Goldstein turned his back to man his four keyboard noise machines.

Vocalist Alex Ebert looked down right creepy throughout the set, strutting on stage in a silver sparkle shawl, gold slippers, and caprice pants. His hair sheered at one side, allowing his sideburns to float in mid-air. His mannerisms were as strange as his wardrobe. During the their ode to David Bowie Dirt Life, Ebert stared blankly at the crowd, one eye shut, one eye open and a glazed look over his entire face. While singing A Is For Action he fellated lead guitarist Tim Anderson’s axe with mouth and microphone; on Black Jettas he pranced around on the sides of his shoes, threatening to teeter into the crowd at any moment.

While his actions might have seemed strange to some, his vocals were perfect. From the punk mutterings of Dynomite to the multi-range harmonies on Scream, Ebert’s pipes were on key and mesmerizing.

Anderson hid behind a wall of modulation pedals tapping out buttery delays, stuttering phases, and subtle distortion. Goldstein cranked out the keys, switching between traditional piano sounds, ambient noise and the occasional digital drum machine to help synthesize Joey Waronker’s solid but simple drum work. Bassist Justin Meldal-Johnsen also worked the effects, adding a ton of punch and groove to his bass playing when the tunes called for a more synth-style new wave thump.

IMA Robot capped their set with an inspiring array of noise and emotion during their all-out rocker Here Come The Bombs, punctuated by Ebert hopping onto the keyboards, careening off, and taking out half the set-up. Both guitarists kicked into overdrive, sending female fans into a dancing frenzy and the singer spazzing on the floor. Just as soon as it started, the song was over, and the feedback began. Exit stage left—IMA Robot have left the building."

better late than never, excellent review. Keep em coming boys.