Nowadays, the idea of traditional bride-and-groom marriage can seem about as passé as the idea of traditional guitar-and-drums indie rock—groomzillas striking down the same chords as before en route to lawyers and breakups, stepfamilies and reunions. It’s enough to make you view that faded picture of your grandparents’ wedding—or that warped copy of Daydream Nation—with a mix of wonder and sympathy; artifacts from a simpler world gone by. So let’s look up to Toronto’s Alvvays, who offer a new sort of forever with “Archie, Marry Me.” Gliding on a stream of 120 Minutes feedback, would-be bride Molly Rankin sidesteps the flowery invites in favor of a more modern love, breezing past student loans and alimony nightmares with the swift clarity of a courthouse ceremony. Her cries of “hey! hey!” remind me of Neil Young singing about resiliency 1979; he just got divorced, sure, but some ideas—some desires—have ways of sticking around.