The first time I heard about No Kids was through David Byrne's monthly radio playlist. I listened to their first incarnation with the enigmatic hyper-prog pop band P:ANO only through the rearview mirror of that band’s new mutation. I must say they’ve come a long way as No Kids. Where P:ANO was bursting at the seams with fidgeting theatricality and busy percussion, No Kids seem to have it all together. That’s not to say the three remaining Vancouverites from P:ANO are having any less fun. Their moniker belies their sound. It is playful without being cloying and erratic with only some lapses of thought.No Kids is comprised of three multi-instrumentalists, Julia Chirka, Justin Kellam, and singer/songwriter Nick Krgovich. As such their Come Into My House is an album that fluffs its feathers loudly and with great sense of self-profundity. Their debut starts off with a close hand though. 'Great Escape' is full of trumpets, bassoons and violin sighs buttressed by a steady piano. Krgovich sings in a falsetto about “wandering in the garden.” Finally, pizzicatos crawl up a backbone of brass. Understatement is the best word to describe Krgovich’s new songwriting approach right? The next song dashes that assertion to bits but in a best way possible.'For Halloween' features skittering percussion and warbled girl-guy singing. Krgovich’s falsetto recalls Kaplan of Yo La Tengo. Think 'Mr. Tough' with less soul and more chamber indie pop. Their cascading harmonies plop down a beautiful piano line. Funky 'The Beaches Are Closed' serves as the album’s centerpiece with more plinking strings and bumpy drum pads. The piano is a stalwart part of the mix on this and other tracks, pushing the proceedings further. Come to think of it each instrument is used as percussion since there is the noticeable absence of a rock drum kit on some tracks.Of course more usual percussion instruments supply what they’re meant to do. 'Bluster In The Air' features light wood block and then meets up with swathes of electronic beats and crunches. The declarative title of 'I Love the Weekend' is a swinging tropical ditty full of flute ruffling and pots and pans percussion. A trumpet joins the party too. It’s quite a delight to listen to. After that party House becomes somewhat introspective and thus looses some of the ad-hoc momentum the album was picking up. 'Four Freshmen Locked Out As The Sun Goes Down' is a serviceable barbershop song with acoustic guitar and slight piano work. The steam comes back somewhat with the electronic rhythm on 'Old Iron Gate' but the trio of songs that end the album tend to end in dead ends.Debut albums are tricky because bands want to make a statement but don’t want to inflate their self-importance. No Kids enjoy their type of pastiche on House but don’t shove it down its audience’s throats. If they make another album I think it will add more at stake. As is, House is a breath of fresh air but only from sea level. Next time go for the mountain you crazy Kids. 76%Links No Kids [myspace]