It takes at least five listens to fall for the self-titled follow-up to 02's You Forgot It In People. The first time, you notice the deliberate messiness of Dave Newfeld's production - where YFIIP left breathing room between elements, this disc builds a bloody, sweaty patina on the most delicate riffs. Lead vocals are buried in waves of feedback, and airy backups ricochet between stereo speakers like low-flying dragonflies. Then you realize Broken are fucking with you: the obvious singles - the singalong chorus of Superconnected, the tumbling crystalline hooks of Major Label Debut - are warped and scarred to become art rock set pieces. (They saved the sped-up power pop version of MLD for a bonus on the accompanying EP.) On the third listen, the keening guitars and desperate pleas that drive Ibi Dreams Of Pavement make you think it might be the best song they've ever written. Then you make it to It's All Gonna Break, the shape-shifting epic that just might be Broken's Under Pressure, and are struck by the perverse brilliance of the fact that the 10-minute monumental rocker is the catchiest pop ditty on the album. On the fifth listen, it's clear that the album is a glorious, beautiful, difficult collective mess that'll totally polarize fans - it's Broken Social Scene to a T.