Et in Arcadia Ego

Ah, CONCENTUS VII Et In Arcadia Ego. What can I say about this album that hasn't already been said by pretentious music snobs across the globe? Well, let me give it a go. From the first track, it's clear that these guys have no idea how to spell "ego". But hey, who needs good spelling when you've got killer synths and a drummer who's more impressive than a three-legged dog trying to do the Macarena? The album has a feeling of nostalgia throughout, like you've stumbled into a retro arcade and all the games are broken. But in a good way. It's like taking a trip down memory lane, if memory lane was lined with neon lights and questionable life choices. The whole thing feels like a love letter to the 80s, complete with cheesy lyrics and more synth than you can shake a keytar at. It's like if Duran Duran and Depeche Mode had a love child, and that love child decided to form a band with all the members of the Brat Pack. Overall, CONCENTUS VII Et In Arcadia Ego is a wild ride through a neon-soaked, synth-heavy dreamscape. It's fun, it's quirky, and it's so 80s you can practically smell the hairspray. So grab your leg warmers, crank up the volume, and get ready to dance like it's 1985 all over again.