With sterling presentation and an adrenalized experience with every session, Pure easily stands with Burnout Paradise as the best racing game of the year.
Not anthemic enough to be Rammstein, not sick enough to be Skinny Puppy, not throbbing enough to be one of the bands I can never specifically remember.
It still has a little of that “good enough” movie tie-in mentality. Makes little effort to incorporate the trademark Bond style into the maps or presentation.
I still place these guys as gobbling Pere Ubu’s pre-LP stuff, as well as other crude-aggo-outsider shit from the fair city of Cleveland when Carter was President.
Part thrash classic, part Swedish melodic death metal glory, this six-piece blends melodic, soaring guitar, virtuositic keyboards, and death roars and bellows.