When Travis Touchdown fires up his katana and screams “Fuck you!” as he carves up opponents, you’re ready for the gaming equivalent of Never Mind The Bollocks.
The visuals are clean and serviceable but lack some of the finer details, and who thought it was a good idea to put advertisements in achievement boxes?
It’s the little touches in L4D2 that create an oppressively bleak atmosphere and push the game beyond the realm of just a hyperactive zombie shooting gallery.
Used to be that if you wanted to make a half Basement Jaxx, half Cannibal Corpse playlist, you had to pay to make that freakish vision a reality. No more…
Guitars über alles. As if there wasn’t enough, they recruit Hank Sherman (Mercyful Fate) and Roy Z (who doubles as producer) to pile some solos onto the fire.
Personal, micro-level approach to doom. More akin to the sound of your life draining slowly from your veins on a bed of black roses (histrionics intentional).