NO MORE HEROES: HEROES' PARADISE
PS3/Move (also on Xbox 360)
Forget the bullshit later misappropriation of ‘punk’ – the word, not
the existence of Green Day, The Offspring and such - 1977 was the
year it broke, with The Ramones, Sex Pistols and, often overlooked,
Australia’s The Saints. It was also the year Star Wars first
The two converged when mad bastard Japanese genius Suda51
masterminded No More Heroes (also a 1977 punk opus by The
Stranglers) on Wii a while back. It was one of few wagglebox games
you’d never hand to a kid. Well, unless you’re an utter fucking
Yes, Goichi’s passion for punk’s original onslaught – from lead
Travis Touchdown, who’s approximately 90% Sid Vicious (but probably
plays bass better), to the anarchistic tone of, well, just about
everything - meets the best damned lightsaber game Lucasarts never
made (katana, schmatana!)
Smitten with French babe Sylvia Christel (not the homophonic star of
soft porn flick Emmanuelle), he’s led by his dick into
bumping off the United Assassins Association’s ten top killers to
reach numero uno and score rumpy-pumpy. Kind of a reverse PWEI...
Best laid-into with Move – and justifying the
NavConChukNunThingummy’s existence - the fighting’s furious,
frenetic, fucked-up and more blood-spattered than Dexter.
It’s also deceptively strategy-based, which you’ll discover if
aiming to progress anywhere past go. The open world bit is clunky,
but as you rank-up friends open up, assisting with everything from
amped weaponry to wrestling moves. Yes, wrestling moves.
Wii roots show – it’s fugly - but continuing the punk analogy, if
you’ve no musical spark you’ll appreciate something somnambulistic
like Genesis. Want something with more soul than the Doc Martens
factory (erm, speaking of homophones) though – and genuinely fucking
funny - then the Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks may be
rough, but is unsurpassable. NMH:HP’s the latter of games...
no small praise.