The Von Bondies might be Detroit's latest great white garage-band hope, but their major-label debut, Pawn Shoppe Heart, shows they may be remembered as much for singer-guitarist Jason Stollsteimer's incident with Jack White as for their music. The splashy, throbbing clatter of their best moments -- ''Poison Ivy,'' ''C'mon C'mon,'' plus the way they spell out the title of ''The Fever'' in song -- has a rib-rattling force. Yet too often the group sounds like a sped-up version of the Cult (or, at times, the Doors), complete with Stollsteimer's stentorian, rock-god-am-I delivery. Like Stollsteimer and White, garage stomp and bombast should be kept at arm's length from each other.

