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			POSTED 16/10/11
 
  SIDEWAY: NEW YORK
 
 Playbrains
 PS3/PSN
 
 
  
			 
			
			Feeling flat? Well suck it up dearheart, for we doubt you’re as 
			pancakey as poor Nox. All he wanted to do was rescue his gal from a 
			rival graffitist, only to be slurped into a wall and have a 
			dimension stripped, becoming street art himself. King Robbo vs 
			Banksy’s got nothing on this shit.
 Still, at least he remains perambulatory. Nox can run, jump and do 
			most everything another NY native, a certain plumber, can, but 
			within the confines of walls and other flat surfaces. It’s a fabbo 
			twist – quite literally - on 2D platformer schtick, for although Nox 
			is duo-dimensional, the world surrounding him remains steadfastly 
			3D.
 
 Progress uncovers not only myriad collectibles (some bastardly 
			hidden – sussing the 2D-in-3D thang speedily is essential) but also 
			an increasingly bizarre array of life-eradicating threats. From the 
			stationary, such as spray-brambles, to movey, squirty-blah blobby 
			monsters and giant things that appear to have escaped from a mutant
			Madden NFL remix, you’ve lots to fear. Especially as tagged 
			re-spawn points are often way back, meaning running over the same 
			old ground just like Pink Floyd repeatedly if you’re roughshod with 
			your running, jumping, kicking, sliding, grenading, upgrading, 
			Bionic Commandoing or boss fighting.
 
 Music’s suitably hippety-hoppy, featuring tracks from Boston’s Mr 
			Lif. It can get repetitive if you’re long-hauling, but that they’re 
			cool choons helps. If it was 'Escape (The Pina Colada Song)', 
			'Afternoon Delight' or 'Kokomo' over and over we’d hunt down 
			everybody at Playbrains and ever-so-slowly torture them – by playing 
			those three shitballs ad infinitum (wearing industrial-strength 
			earmuffs, natch).
 
 Controls are tight, although the camera can be pernickety. That’s 
			single player. Switch to co-op and it’s messtational – forget 
			friends, go solo to retain any semblance of sanity.
 
 Ah, it’s ace kickin’ it old school again – and punchin’, and slidin’, 
			and jumpin’, and...
 
 
     
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