A snazzier version of Nintendo 64’s F-Zero X: It maintains the teeth-grating speed, busy races, and smooth design. A pretty safe update of a well-worn formula.
Day of Defeat is not really a game for newcomers, it’s best suited for WWII buffs, people who like their shooters with a heavy dose of entertaining realism.
The only melodic strength here is in the call and response vocals and ubiquitous whoa-oh-ohs, and that shit gets old faster then mayonnaise in the sun.
Leatherface’s tough-and-gruff, Fugazi’s hyper-emotionality, and an innate Japanese ability to contort melodies into visions of blood-dripping cherry blossoms.
Part faux-ethnomusicology in-joke, part indictment of capitalist consumerism, part creepy fun-time freak-out, this album has had people scratching their heads since the mid ’70s.
We’re taken through each film, with comments by actors, directors, Satanists, and other experts. Circumstances about the infamous “Omen Curse” are addressed.
Watching this is like riding in a car with someone who’s learning how to drive stick: Go fast, stop dead, talk, go fast again, talk more, go fast, stop cold.