The jangling indie template adopted by Alvvays for their debut album is unlikely to win them any awards for originality. But the Toronto five-piece manage to put a fresh spin on the subgenre, helped in large part by Molly Rankin's sublime vocals – part yearning, part vulnerable, never more so than on Archie, Marry Me, a heartfelt plea to a chap with "contempt for matrimony". Adult Diversion and Next of Kin fairly skip along as well, the melancholic lyrics at odds with the unabashedly joyous accompaniment. The band fails to sustain the album's early momentum, but there's still much to enjoy here.