Monday, July 14, 2008  12:05 am 

Walkthrough

Level * is a bitch. Basically you have to fly the Dude Troll through x2mega crunk-space and jack it all forward dodging crystal missiles left and right, been there done that you say cocky, well, all your past missions were a piece of cake compared to this, psychedelic ace fighter, you are going to be manoeuvring in delta mode, in the intersection between everyday physical dimensions (stretched by gravity like play doh in the hands of some feral child) and the green blue yonder, so expect all sorts of hallucinatory shit flying around you, we are talking phosphorescent noodles coming out of your eyes and Schrodinger Cat sitting in your lap purring space dub basslines, all of this on top of the usual enemy superiority and random debris floating around waiting to smash through the plexi and splatter your slimy equation hustling nova missile pumping brains all over the cockpit. The life of a transcendental jockey is a short and messy, but you get to see such colours…

Extreme Animals- Booty Melt

Extreme Animals’ new album, ‘Let the Music Take you There’ is coming out tomorrow on Vicious Pop records. If Paper Rad had been in charge of the visual styles for GTA IV, the game would have sounded totally like this, tres banging sandbox rave chaos and a mindblowing live show. MEAOW.

Forget everything you have learnt, Left-up-strike-a+-gamma combos and the kinetic eel fist are totally useless against him, he’ll just cast the scaly glamour spell and hover in the air fiddling pensively with his glasses while a dragon flies out of his electric sleeve zig zagging vertiginous like a dream of falling to eat up the energy of your attacks & top up his prog power levels. Typing the underworld mantra to poison him with telegraphic hate force is another waste of time, he can channel that shit through the paths of the fairy folk, turning it into something wholesome and nutritious like fresh goat milk. And then, as you are standing there, panting and wondering what the fuck to do against his colourful resources, he’ll wiggle his bony fingers drawing the shapes of epic dreams transformed into spirals of arpeggiated power, luminescent bars of a gold-gilded cage in which he shall trap you forever, another colourful wild-eyed trophy hanging from the high ceilings of his enchanted castle. The life of a post-gestaltic wrestler is sweaty and cruel, but you get to see such colours…

Ben Butler & Mouse Pad- Mouse Pad Demo

Welcome new lectric sorcerer in the block Ben Butler and mouse pad, who lands in our spot brandishing a ream of schemata describing keyboard configurations to soundtrack a bad mother of a party with Rocky Balboa, Bootsy Collins and Triumvirat headlining. Step in, this is a blast.

Once you sail past the thick mists of the Magenta Sea, and after answering the three questions posed by the Queen of the Sea Snakes (remember the clues you got from the Bodenians), and offering a karma sacrifice (look up ‘karma sacrifice: mild’ in the silver Bible), you should be able to reach Ho-Du-Du island. The hilt of the golden sword lies in an altar in the centre of the abandoned temple at the summit of the spluttering volcano, but before you are granted access you need to convince the witch-doctor of the gentle small people who live in the forests that you are an adventurer of pure heart, in order to do this you need to learn their language and take part in a lunar festival. This is a fierce rhythm game where, through the coordinated articulation of vocal sounds and percussions the Ho-Du-Dus create spiritual threads which are then thrown into the sea and latched into the silvery reflection of the moon. If you do this the right way, the threads should be strong enough to bring this reflection ashore, and its soothing glow will restore your health levels, you should then be ready to face the horrors which await in the labyrinths of the temple. The life of a psychedelic navigator is full of danger and strife, but you get to see such colours…

GOA- Les Étoiles Tombent du Ciel

Montreal highlanders GOA come up, in ‘3′ with something both strange and delightful, abstract landscapes endowed with El Guincho’s invigorating tropical power and Mi Ami’s polirhytmic zest, if Les Georges Leningrad had got lost in luxurious forests of a blinding emerald, they would have come out speaking this language.

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