I was tempted to click three stars because two poor choices need to be changed for the public enjoyment of everyone and possibly the health of certain animals..........but I want to be fair and, overall, I did enjoy my visit. I could have enjoyed it even more and given this clean, beautiful institution five stars if it wasn't for the absolutely ridiculous volume level of the completely unnecessary "Yanni on shrooms" soundtrack upon entrance. And the absolutely ridiculous and somewhat insulting repetitive "Tiki Bar in the 60s" looped music blaring over the Ray touch tank. What could be a magical moment of connection between my species and a separate nation of creatures so few of us acknowledge with proper consideration..... is seasoned with the constant overhead whine of the "My Balls are Pinched in a Vice" vocals of the Beach Boys. (This band has the word "Beach" in their name. What a lazy, brainless connection. Do better Denver Aquarium. Damn.) Someone who gets paid way too much money in a corporate office at this aquarium has set the bar very low for our public sense of wonder and desire to experience these animals. A clear miscalculation regarding people willing, without complaint, to pay the entrance fee. The restaurant soundtrack screams, as well. I want to be transported to the Ocean. To a habitat I will never live long enough to truly understand. Instead, some corporate decision was made (I imagine them mouth breathing), that The Denver Aquarium collects only those that want to pretend they have a Margarita in their hand. (Sometimes I do....but here.....I just wanted to go somewhere else, quieter, to get a real drink.) NOW......Here is what is GREAT: I can clearly see the animals are well taken care of. Hats off and waved in the air to the Aquarists. The ONE volunteer I saw on Sept. 6th, 2023, was engaged and helpful. The staff I spoke with were clearly suffering from the droned garbage blaring through the speakers ahead and are dedicated, all the same, to the conservation message an Aquarium is obligated to carry. These people are not paid enough. You know how you just know something? I just know they all need raises. Jeff was my moon jelly guide and, acoustic horror aside, was wonderful. I asked them questions that were not on the simpler side (I SO know my stuff) and they answered to my satisfaction. As. They. Should. The Bathrooms were clean. The gift shop young woman was kind and cheerful. I asked her "This music must be tough to deal with daily." Only then did she drop her smile and lean in with a soft spoken "You have no idea." CONSERVATION. IS. KEY. Please go to this place. Please consider joining the Tune That Crap Down Brigade by also writing a review. We don't know enough about cephalopods and elasmobranch yet for this place to claim justification for the volume level and constant rhythm of the sound around their residence. They should, of course, come first. I was just going to write this for them. Head to their website and send it off to "Contact Us" and let them discuss..... but they didn't give me the option. I am concerned they do not wish to hear from the public.