In the world of Ron Sexsmith, sunlit pop melodies can be a fine match for lyrical brooding in the shadows. “No Help At All” from his new album Long Player Late Bloomer is a case in point: It’s a confession of life’s unkindness that glides by like breezy AM pop. That’s not generally the way songs go around here. But then, Sexsmith’s from Canada, and he’s drawn plenty of inspiration from the British Isles, where a certain artful indirectness thrives. He’s been at the singer-songwriter thing for 20 years, consistently delivering entire albums of smooth, supple crooning and thoroughly fetching, deceptively simple songs, almost any one of which could’ve become an adult-pop hit, but didn’t really. So it’s no wonder that his latest finds him associating the LP — and the attention span it takes to make or digest a good one — with a late bloomer’s disposition.