PS3/PSN (also on Xbox 360/XBLA, PC)
economic climate, this downturn thing’s stuffed. The once proud
Village People – cop, cowboy, construction worker, Injun, biker and
GI - are but a wispy shadow of their former gloriousness. Just the
construction worker, a cop (and a chick no less – hello ‘YWCA’ we
suppose) plus a ringer, the chunky kid from Pixar’s Up,
remain. Sad, sad times.
This belt-tightened trio do star in their own game though, which we
reckon should have been called 'You Can’t Stop the Muties'. But they
went with Dead Block. Fnuh. Yep, you likely guessed correctly
and would win the ham should a ham be up for grabs for guessing, it
done be got zombies and shit.
Apparently the undead have been roused by the spirit of classic
Elvisesque rock ‘n’ roll into some sort of B-movie heck (see what we
did, keeping with the ‘50s theme there?). So they’re all comin’ to
getcha with the shambling and the groaning and all. As defence you
can block windows with old school wood and nails, freeze them with
some sciencematific stuff then hit them with a hammer to shatter
them and similar other non-hands-on kinda stuff. Try to stave ’em
off all gung-ho hammerific and you’ll die quicker than Limahl at a
Motörhead gig. Cue lame Guitar Hero
rip-off and repeat.
Back to wood, you’ll soon be running short, so will have to play
smash it up on furniture. The usual things yield lumber –
bookshelves, chairs, tables, fridges... umm?!
Such sloppy-sloppy-bluck-bluck-ferdork-shnork-sloppiness is symbolic
of most everything about Dead Block. If points were awarded
for trying it’d score some, but when the result’s repetitive and no
fun then those points would ultimately be pointless.
Go west, to San Francisco, to the YMCA, in the navy even. Hell, go
anywhere, just not near this.