Sunday, 9 September 2007

Guitar Hero 2


It says random at the top, and that's what you are going to get. In this case my new toy, well the baby mobile and baby gym turned up at the same time, but I would sound far too soppy talking about them.
At £50 (that's $2356 on current exchange rates) this game was obviously a frivolous buy. But I don't care, as this has already obsessed me like only a great game can.
Playing rhythm karaoke versions of rocks great album tracks could be absolutely dreadful, images of me quietly trying to hide the offending game from guests, lest they laugh at me for making the consumer mistake of the century, came into my mind.
I was spared a major embarrassment though because it is great. Playing along to the tracks is intuitive, and most of all, and for the plagued by serious First Person Shooters Xbox360 this is unusual, the game is blindingly fun. I have already found myself jumping around the room to Killing in the Name Of and a host of other lesser none rock tunes. I even have the hair for it at the moment. Suddenly I was back on stage with Foolish Grin and fifteen years had dropped away. Well, without the smell of stale beer, or the endless bad sound checks.
Sad, immature, vaguely silly....absolutely, but I have played this obsessively, well, as obsessively as I can during term time, and the only problem is RSI I am developing in my index finger.
There, is that a good enough antidote to arty articles about the Tate.
The baby mobile by the way, has liquid and alternately rotating shapes, and music and lights, and colours and slidy bits, and, and, and, and, and I better go and sit down somewhere quiet until my gadget fetish calms down.

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