The album begins with an anthem of sorts, an homage to 80s synth horror film scores, mixed with some sort of dark disco from the late 70s/early 80s. It almost feels like a call to action. A strange marching song of sorts in defense of some kind of chillwave side genre. It's that good of a song. It's pop, but not pop. It's 80s pop culture in purely sonic form. On track two, it becomes painfully obvious this guy - who hadn't hit my radar previously - must be a protégé of Ariel Pink and his AM radio retro sound. Turns out they're former bandmates, and though Ariel aims for the more 70s yacht mixed with 60s-era Zappa, Maus, at least on this album, is purely swimming in 80s nostalgia. It's an odd record, but also oddly, despite all it's weirdness, a somewhat conventional record. But it's atmosphere takes you RIGHT back there, and it's a beautiful thing indeed.