POSTED 16/9/12


TOKYO JUNGLE

Sony
PS3/PSN

Hey Iggy, you know when you sang “I wanna be your dog” up front of The Stooges? Well Monsieur Pop, this one’s for you!

Tokyo Jungle’s a weird puppy... and many other animals. It’s a kinda survival horror beat ’em up RPG platformer. The basic pretext is that the human race has gone “phut!” while animals have Bee Geesed it by stayin’ alive. Dogs are feral, zoo animals run wild, Black Caviar’s freeballing (impressive for a female horse) and cats are arrogant little fucks (so we can’t actually tell if they’ve changed any).

Starting ‘Survival’ mode means choosing meativore or veggievore – foofy little Paris Hilton (remember her?) handbag puppy or Bambi. We’ll assume you’re Iggy Pop. As such you go Pomeranian and trundle about deserted Tokyokoonoian streets, assaulting lesser beasties to satiate hunger, or taking on bigger ones if you think you’re hard enough (note: We learned the dead way that newborn puppies are no match for lions. We’re idiots.) You gradually gain power through conquest, ticking off challenges, marking territory and such, attracting a mate of your species and going at it all Bloodhound Gangy mammalian – from botty snuffle to booty shuffle.

As you chow down through the food chain (so chow up, we guess), you encounter – and sometimes inhabit - other creatures, from amoebic doggy-woggies to mean mofo lions, to top-of-the-food-chain sheep. That’s a little known fact right there. You also unlock ‘Story’ levels.

The name belies the game’s Japanesey origins. Not only is there bloodthirsty carnage on hand, you can also dress your chosen aggressor as a Village Person. Really. Basically there are enough collectibles to keep the average OCD packrat happier than a pig in poo-poo.

Wondrously bizarre-o and nuttynificent, Tokyo Jungle suffers some glitches, but is perversely and uproariously captivating regardless. Well, come on!

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