Les Trois Accords deliver oodles of witty pop-punk on the deluxe version of their 2003 debut. Like an unhurried Blink-182, the Québécois quartet oscillate between catchy melodies and raw, snarling guitars in a remarkably diverse collection. The Accords are distinguished less by their sound than their surrealistic attitude: a guy clings to a wind-blown treetop in the title track, a woman flashes (literally) piercing eyes in "Lucille" and a returning cattle herder gets an unpleasant surprise in country-rocking "Saskatchewan". But their riffs never fail to do justice to their wit.