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This racing game-a genre I normally hold little interest in-looked and felt better than real-life.ĭrifting around giant swathes of American alpine and urban multi-lane highways (other worldly locales unlocked later) boosting into the side and rear-end of enemy cars shunting rivals into cars, pillars, trucks, barriers, buses, and blunt concrete faces. And I’m sure you can see where this is going: Barely post-pubescent bawling of “Wonderwall” whilst blistering car paint-jobs against blurring in-game walls.įiretrap, grunge, and other post-cool baggy clothed early Aughties aesthetic styling aside, my eyes melted into the deep tube TV in awe at the sheer feeling of speed, the intensity of colours, the sharp focus and soft edges. You see, 2004’s Burnout 3: Takedown, with it’s play-list of edgy alt indie rock tunes had this special feature whereby you could import your own mp3 songs. Teenage kicks, right through the night, indeed.

The reason I beg two degrees of separation is this particular troupe were big into drinking lukewarm super stubbies, mugging their arms around each other’s shoulders, and chanting Oasis lyrics into the salted fish air of my coastal hometown. I lost my Burnout virginity at a friend of a friend of a friend’s house.

Burnout 3: Takedown (Criterion/EA, PlayStation 2, 2004)