For once, an eponymous disc has title that fits. Broken Social Scene's latest record feels like being caught up in a creative whirlwind; every song at some point grants you the position of the fly on the wall - being privy to a group of people just chilling out, making music and living the good life.

The revolving door of guests and members helps to solidify this party atmosphere. With each track comes a new voice, a new guitar style, a new sound: people come, wreak their havoc and head back out from whence they came.

Songs like "Ibi Dreams of Pavement" and "Major Label Debut" hearken back to 2002's You Forgot it in People, where the group's layered compositions stirred up dancing images of light in sound. However, most of BSS's latest disc just makes me want to dance.

The shift from unconventional movie-sounding music to unconventional party music is a fun change; while I long for the realist beauty of "Lover's Spit," I just can't help but get my groove on to the booty-shakeable "Windsurfing Nation." One of my favorite songs on the album, it takes its time building an atmosphere completed and accentuated by a rap from the also much-lauded K-Os. If the world of "Windsurfing Nation" was packaged in a box, it would be labeled "Instant Party." If only such an item existed… But this album comes close.

Broken Social Scene even follows the loose party timeline, starting out slow and working itself up into a frenzy before dwindling into the darkness outside. The denouement, "It's All Gonna Break," is at times weary, and at other times bombastic, but it wholly showcases the best this group has to offer: dynamic, thoughtful, layered compositions that seem to comment on the human condition more than lament their own tribulations.

Intact from You Forgot it in People is the tropical groove. Although not nearly as blatant as the coastal "Pacific Theme," "7/4 (Shoreline)" has a definitive feel of a drive along the beach. It is a perfect capture, oddly enough, from a band hailing from the Great White North.

So too, the group functions as a Who's Who of the Canadian indie scene, a much more dynamic and cohesive network than typically seen in the States. However, unlike many super groups, the names aren't nearly as impressive as the music. Feist's solo work and Evan Cranley and Amy Milan's recent record with Stars are some of the most acclaimed - or at least talked about - works of the year, but even with such talent, BSS rises well above the name game.

When listening to The New Pornographers, there's no question the chanteuse is Neko Case. Broken Social Scene, for the most part, drops the individual identities at the door in favor of a well deserved, brilliant overall impression.