A quick survey of the themes covered on the Odds’ debut offering — ranging from concern for the environment to love as a subject tougher than calculus — might lead you to dismiss this Vancouver outfit as just another bunch of sniveling college-radio types with too much Eau de Youth behind their ears. On the contrary, with their piquant lyrics and austere arrangements, the Odds seem wise beyond their years. Narrative songs like ”Family Tree” and the exquisite ”Wendy Under the Stars” are like Polaroids that have turned sepia with age: They remind us that the most vivid memories can fade into wisps of smoke in the time it takes to sing (or listen to) a song. Not that Neopolitan is always so subtle. Although many of its songs follow pop axioms to the letter — melodies are hummable, vocal harmonies polished to a luster — Neopolitan still takes plenty of intriguing musical leaps and pirouettes. The Odds work subtle magic with the acoustic guitar scrollwork of ”Truth or Dare,” but they also have teeth: In ”Big White Wall” they go at their guitars with the zeal of a cat shredding newspapers. And if their lyrics sometimes veer dangerously close to preachiness (”Evolution Time”), it’s easy to forgive them. For all their clear-eyed maturity, they know there’s also something to be said for unapologetic youth. B+

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