me on, dead man... Turn me on, dead man... Turn me on, dead man...
In the tradition of space klutzes such as Zapp Brannigan and others
that we’re thinking of but can’t remember the names of, say “hello”
to Rick Rocket. Actually you’re probably better off saying “olleh”.
Yep, Rick’s done gone and saved the universe, but he’s left such a
trail of massively-massive mass destruction in his wake that he’s
caused some sort of amono... anomonopol... animal... umm, fuck-up
that’s reversed time. Yeah, good one hero dacks! So, it’s down to
you as a hopefully non-klutzy entity to wrest control of his shippy-whippy
and regress through his shooty-wooty mess to get time sorted.
What unfolds is a trippy Rock Band/Guitar
Hero mash-up, whereby you’ve up to five space lanes depending
upon the level (ooh, that’s the same backwards or forwards!) that
you’ve opted to tackle, in which enemies unfire all manner of
laserbeamy space crud from you that requires avoidance while you
unfire bullety thangs in beat with the thumptastical 8-bitty chip-choons
that pump away – mercifully not in reverse.
You can go the classic DualShock, or employ that placcy geetaw
that’s invariably kicking about somewhere, as it’s all designed and
stuff to do so. Hence the five lanes that are magically
colour-matched to match the fretboard buttons, matchily.
Seriously, this’d even fuck with Inspector Spacetime’s noggin.
Doctor Who’s already upside down in the corner of a round room
mumbling Nickelback lyrics in Gallifreyan. Even in complete mental
breakdown he’s a smartarse! We’d repeat some here, but lack such
Retro/Grade’s quite the kcufdnim. But if you dig classic
arcadesque shooters quite literally turned on their head, plugged
into a Marshall stack, then unplugged again as all the sound
emanates from something old and Moogy – but with a guitar as the
intermediary - then you’re in the right place.