Broken Social Scene albums have always felt like massive impromptu gatherings of friends living in the moment and following one another’s lead — because that’s exactly what they are. Since 1999, the Canadian band has come together in different configurations, ranging from to six to almost 20 musicians at a time, more loose collective than formal music group. Along the way, it’s given us projects like the 2001 debut, Feel Good Lost, 2002’s You Forgot It in People, and 2005’s self-titled Broken Social Scene, each record packed with ambient, amoebic expressions that sound like rare time capsules decades later. Listen now, and they still brim with the kind of heart-bruising magic that seems impossible to replicate again.
But people are hard to let go of, and the band members have come back to one another multiple times since then, releasing 2010’s Forgiveness Rock Record and 2017’s Hug of Thunder, not to mention countless collaborations on other side projects and EPs. Still, nothing has felt like a Broken Social Scene reunion quite like Remember the Humans, their first LP in nine years, and one that connects them with David Newfeld, the producer behind You Forgot It in People and Broken Social Scene, for the first time in more than 20 years.
A lot of the project comes directly from looking back and seeing what an impact those records made. You Forgot It in People turned 20 during the quarantine, inviting fans to revisit what those songs meant to them, and inspiring the band members to get back into one another’s orbit. “It wasn’t supposed to be nine years,” founding member Kevin Drew tells Rolling Stone on a recent call. “I think what we went through with the pandemic and just sort of slowly climbing back and getting out there and honoring You Forgot It In People, it brought Newfeld back into our realm.”
Remember the Humans also reeled in members who haven’t been in the fold in a while. Feist and Hannah Georgas both appear on the LP, as does Lisa Lobsinger, who had been part of songs like 2010’s “Texico Bitches” and “All to All.” “Lisa was gone for a while, and she returned with a song that she wrote thinking it was a Broken Social Scene song during a meditation one night. She wrote us a letter,” Drew recalls. “It was undeniable to all of us that that was a song we wanted to put on this record, because we wanted Lisa back. We wanted her back in our lives. And we wanted to let her know that she’s always welcome, always.”
That’s what makes the album feel like a huge, longstanding house party starting up again — everyone familiar with the layout and eager to reconnect. Songs like “The Call” and “Not Around Anymore” are swelling, orchestral arrangements full of sounds and people. And yet there’s also a deep sadness to the record: Despite the ability to return to one another after so much time, nothing is completely the same. Grief comes up repeatedly — Drew and Newfeld were both grappling with the deaths of their mothers around the same time, but the album also deals with broader ideas of loss and nostalgia and moving on. “You’re alive. You’re in your fifties. You’re dealing with a lot of grief because people are going,” Drew says. “There’s also people who are alive in your life who have chosen the bottle, chosen the drugs, chosen a victimized culture, chosen the idea to be born again without really truly understanding who they were in the first place.”
Kevin Drew (Visual) + Jordan Allen (Layout)/Broken Social Scene*And then there were the bigger, macro anxieties about our current era. Remember the Humans touches on ideas around AI and technology, and what it means in terms of human relationships and creativity. (The lyrics to the album’s first single, “Not Around Anymore,” go: “Thеre’s no need to cry here anymore/To reach outside here anymore/To redefine here anymore/’Cause it’s all gone away/Guess it’s called the times.”) The discussion came up a lot in sessions between the musicians as they were putting the album together. “If we look at what we were saying back in 2002 with You Forgot It in People, then today’s AI version of that record would be called Remember the Humans,” Drew says. “It’s very, very, very easy to go into a conversation about communication and information and how we’re all defensive and how we’re all reactive and how the idea of understanding is not really part of our social culture anymore. So [the title] became a slogan for ‘We are still here, and the bear hug actually still does exist.’”
Still, bringing all these ideas together wasn’t always easy. With a band as big as Broken Social Scene, there’s always some level of compromise and give and take, no matter how utopian and connected they might sound. “I suppose there was a reluctance in our return because we all know we’re about to go into the world of compromise and the world where you can’t control,” Drew says. “And this band teaches you so much in the idea that if you’re controlling things in life, you’re not living. But it’s difficult because we have so much time in our own lives where we get to control them. We don’t have to compromise. When you come back with Social Scene, you can’t do that. You have to allow for other people’s instincts.” Over and over, that’s what’s worked about the band. The musicians were reminded of this constantly while working together and thinking of the alchemy that has brought them here.
“When you were a kid, you longed to feel the pain,” Drew says. “You wanted to know what you were seeing on the screen, what you’re reading, what you are listening to. You wanted to know what that was. One of the things that keeps you real, in the aspect of that teenage heartbeat, is when you look back at things that you created, that people to this day still relate to. It means you captured a real, human moment.”
The songs are here to prove it, standing strong two decades later: “Anthems for a Seventeen-Year‐Old Girl” is a ubiquitous classic by now, sprinkled across TikTok and memes, and it’s also been embraced as a song for reflection in the trans community, while “Lover’s Spit” has been immortalized in movie scenes and Lorde lyrics. Others, like “Almost Crimes” or “Guilty Cubicles,” still echo deep-harbored emotions, even if some of them are wordless sketches. (Drew laughs recalling one memory: “I remember standing side-stage with a gentleman from Wilco, in Spain at Primavera. We had 10,000 people in front of us, and he leaned into me and he said, ‘Get ready, it’s the greatest feeling in the world. You must love it when everyone sings your songs.’ And I turned around and said, ‘We kind of mutter a lot on our records.’”)
Remember the Humans is more direct and voluble, with fleshed-out lyrics, but it still speaks to a particular feeling, celebrating experience and the passing of time. Some of it hurts — so much of the album seems to question, “What did we gain? What did we lose?” “Think of You,” for example, grapples with the idea of moving on and letting go. “Everyone sort of attributed it to my mother, which was not wrong,” Drew remembers. “But it was also about the loss of just thinking about someone, someone in your life that you couldn’t have been with, someone in life that hurt you. And I found myself just sort of referencing simplicities within the aspect of thinking of someone and ruminating over lost love. And that’s what all the songs are, the things that you think you’re over, but you’re never over them.”
By the end of the album, everyone might admit they’re a little broken and the worse for wear, but in that beautiful way that only comes from living. That’s a quiet feeling Broken Social Scene embraced from the beginning, and an ethos that hasn’t changed at all, no matter how much time goes by. That’s something they’ll keep giving their fans. “You have an absolute responsibility to the listener to try to make the most beautiful, adventurous music possible,” Drew says. “When you do that, even in the tiniest of ripples, it can help them keep going.”








Albini and Whinna in an undated Polaroid snapshotCourtesy of Heather Whinna
2nd grade Courtesy of the Albini Family
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Big Black in 1986Gail Butensky
Albini built Electrical Audio to embody his recording philosophy in a physical space.© Monfourny Renaud/DAPR/ZUMA
Albini got seriously into poker in his later years, as seen in this photo from the 2008 All Tomorrow’s Parties festival.Roger Kisby/Getty Images
Albini and Whinna founded the Letters to Santa charity in 1996.Courtesy of Heather Whinna
Whinna (center), Kim Deal (right), and Electrical Audio staff unveil the Steve Albini Way street sign in November 2024.Althea Legaspi
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Pop Albums Are Getting More Ambitious. Can Audiences Keep Up?
This Music May Contain Hope, the second album from British songstress Raye, makes great demands of its audience. The record nearly runs the length of a feature film and most of the 17 songs sound like they could soundtrack one. When the credits roll at the end — she thanks each and every person who helped create the record for six and a half minutes on “Fin.,” — they conclude a gloriously disorienting listening experience. For most of the album, Raye is asking you to come along as she fights and prays through despair and self-criticism to keep hope alive.
Sometimes that battle is filtered through songs that sound like show tunes or gospel hymns. In the case of “Click Clack Symphony,” they crescendo into a dizzying Hans Zimmer composition. There’s a level of patience and reciprocity the album requires from its listeners: At once confrontational and confessional, This Music May Contain Hope is not designed for detached consumption — and it’s part of a surge of recent releases that find artists creating ambitious records that encourage intentional engagement.
Last year, Hayley Williams released Ego Death at a Bachelorette Party as 17 individual singles. Fans created their own sequencing and narratives guided solely by the themes and sounds they chose. A few months later, Rosalía released Lux, a captivating 18-track record performed in 13 languages. It shares a musical complexity with This Music May Contain Hope and an interrogative spirit with The Apple Tree Under the Sea, the debut album from Hemlocke Springs released earlier this year. Each record is as all-consuming as the ideas they’re engaging with — mental anguish, faith and religion, internal and interpersonal implosion.
Raye often describes music as medicinal. Backed by the London Symphony Orchestra and Flames Collective choir on “I Know You’re Hurting,” her melodies and harmonies are bandages and sutures. When she instructs the listener to “close your eyes and let this music get to working,” she exudes the wisdom of an elder passing home remedies through generations. At a time when easier access to music often means increasingly passive listening, these albums replace momentary distraction with connection and compassion. They give the audience something to return to.
Raye included the voices of her grandparents at the start of “Life Boat.” The portion her grandfather contributes, where he says, “I’m living, not giving up,” was recorded just days before his death. More voices flood in across the next four minutes. They all repeat some variation of “I’m not giving up, yet,” some with more desperation than others. “Say it,” Raye says, stern and direct. “Say, ‘I’m not giving up, yet.’” The mantra is set against the kind of thudding club beat that defined the earliest phases of her career. Drums and synthesizers are interspersed with delicately arranged strings, but there’s something transcendent about the contours and echoes of Raye’s voice.
That kind of vocal power is something Rosalía speaks about often: Duende. The flamenco term refers to a type of enchantment delivered through an especially evocative vocal performance. It’s not necessarily about technical prowess, or precision. “There’s something so ethereal and divine about el duende,” Rosalía told The New York Times last year. “El duende is something that visits you. It’s something that comes to you.” It makes the listening experience feel targeted and personal. This funneled into Rosalía on Lux. The record unravels in a way that transcends the barrier of language.
Rosalía begins “Mundo Nuevo” in Spanish. Its translation reveals she’s searching for a hint of truth. She finishes “De Madrugá” in Ukrainian with something searching for her this time. “I’m not looking for revenge,” she sings. “Revenge is looking for me.” The London Symphony Orchestra and the Escolania de Montserrat i Cor Cambra Palau de la Música Catalana choir bolster the album, their arrangements ranging from anxious and erratic to soothing and hypnotic.
Rosalía introduced Lux with the first single “Bergain,” which splinters across German, Spanish, and English. When Yves Tumor’s voice cuts through on the song’s outro, the persistent repetition of “I’ll fuck you till you love me” is harsh and abrasive against the preceding moments. Rosalía chases that friction across Lux. Like her mix of languages, she challenges the listener with existentialism and ruminations on the afterlife. It might turn some listeners away, but the ones who stay are rewarded.
Most of the record was inspired by saints, like Teresa of Ávila or Joan of Arc. Their history adds a third layer to the depth of Lux; Hemlocke Springs similarly fixates on religious motifs on The Apple Tree Under the Sea. She weaves in medieval tales and impulsive adventures made for a storybook. Positioning herself as a character in her fantastical stories gives her audience someone to root for while creating some distance between fiction and reality.
In that sense, The Apple Tree Under the Sea shares a theatrical ease of access with This Music May Contain Hope. Raye’s cautionary tales about traitorous South London men who should be banned from WhatsApp play into the same spectacle as Springs’ “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Ankles” and “Moses.” There’s a prelude towards the end of The Apple Tree Under the Sea that features the voice of a man who sounds far away as he preaches about sin and final judgements. It gets even harder to hear him when the sounds of running horses and marching feet cut through. The suspense builds into an orchestral outro that leads into “Sense (Is),” a booming, optimistic song about making the most of a clean slate and a glass half full.
Springs’ journey is the shortest within this set of albums. It spans 10 songs in just over half an hour, but retains its complexities with winding plot twists. Where she leans into communicating through stories and allegories, Raye through a version of theater, and Rosalía essentially through multinational cathedrals, Williams’ Ego Death at a Bachelorette Party brings listeners into an excruciatingly vivid reality. The achingly haunted “True Believer” walks the streets of Nashville. It moves down Broadway and past repurposed clubs. It attends the churches and questions the rhetoric presented in them. It runs parallel to the moments across the album that brings listeners into a home with fragile glass walls.
The album’s most shattering moment arrives towards the end: “Good ‘Ol Days.” It’s not as distressing as “Negative Self Talk,” or as sobering as “Whim.” It glides along a warm groove and drops burning one-liners with pointed specificity. What fortifies it the most is an appearance from Williams’ grandfather midway through the song. “You are so tacky/I think that’s why I love you so much,” he says in a voicemail message. “I just had to call you first on my new phone/I love you, y’all have a blast, bye.” The interlude emphasizes just how interior the content of the record is, made up of real moments, people, and feelings.
There’s a false perception in pop music that the best way to connect with the masses is to keep things broad — that vague generalizations are easier for people to latch onto. But the hyper-specificity and confrontation on these albums form real connection, creating the feeling that the listener is being trusted with someone else’s secrets and struggles — and safe to embrace their own, too.
There’s bravery in how these artists are driven by conviction. They understand the reach their platforms provide, but have little interest in idolatry. They each use different formats to craft a sense of togetherness even in their most intimate moments, like it means more to show someone they aren’t alone than to tell them. They ask for patience as they remind listeners it’s commendable to try. Some people don’t come to music looking for this; it can be challenging to have an artist in your ear telling you to bring your most shattering emotions and memories to the surface. But those are the kind of records that endure over time.