RUKUS August 2010
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EDITOR IN CHIEF
Andrew Gates
Art Director
Trish Gates
Senior Editor
Mary Stafford
Assistant Editor
Larry Herman
All Access Contributor
Travis Reilly, Alex Groberman & Silas Valentino
Live & Loud Contributors
Lindsay Murphy & Nicolas Bates
Pit Pass Contributor
Nicolas Bates
Game On Contributors
Mike Lowther & Albert Marrero Jr.
Contributing Photographers
Andrew Gates, Nicolas Bates & Brittney Dillon
Contributing Videographers
Nate Olson
Contributing Make-up Artisit
Lyndsay Gabrielle
Contributing Hair Stylist
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Jessica
Hall Photography by: Andrew Gates
S ay “Aloha” RUKUS readers ‘cause Jessica Hall is steamin’ up the pages! You
may recognize this Hawaiian born, Los Angeles raised, blonde beauty from
MTV’s reality series BURNED or from her recurring role on E!’s KENDRA. Jessica
has also appeared on NBC’s DEAL or NO DEAL as one of the infamous briefcase
beauties, as well as other TV shows. If you don’t recognize the face, you may recognize the
voice, Jessica hosts Playboy Radio’s “The Morning After” on Sirius/XM Channel 99. When it
comes to entertainment, Jessica has a finger in every pie. Part of her job description? Causing
a rukus in the streets of Hollywood!
The MP4-12C, codename: P11, is not just a rebadged F1. They started from scratch, from the ground
up. The most interesting and blatant difference comes from the fact that the MP4-12C will be pushed
along via a dual-turbocharged powerplant. McLaren designed the M838T V8 to push out nearly 600
bhp and 443 lb-ft of torque and will be mated to a 7-speed “Seamless Shift” dual-clutch gearbox
(SSG). The transmission has 3 modes, “Normal”, “Sport”, and “High Performance”, and offers the
driver the ability to half press a paddle shifter either up or down to prepare the transmission for
its next move, drastically cutting shift times, McLaren states. McLaren provided rough acceleration
times of 0-125 mph in less than 10 seconds flat and from 125 mph back down to 0 in 5 seconds. A
top speed of 200 mph has also been released. And it is no wonder, with the one-piece carbon
fiber cockpit (the MonoCell) only weighing 176 lbs, and the entire car coming in with a dry
weight of 2866 lbs.
The options are not large in quantity. Wheels, a carbon ceramic brake
option, as well as caliper color, front splitter and body color are about the only
exterior options you have. Inside, a track data package can be added to your cluster, and carbon
fiber can line the interior, however, aside from that, you are looking at practical options: whether or
not you need full navigation or an ashtray, floor mats, a fire extinguisher or a luggage set. Sounds
more than ample to me. If you want a Rolls Royce, go buy a Rolls Royce.
After 13 years, McLaren will finally release a successor to their history making F1. The MP4-
12C may not break as many boundaries, or records for that matter. However, it is sure to be an
amazing driver’s car and a car that will “ooh and ahh” audiences , no matter where the car arrives.
According to Ron Dennis, executive chairman of McLaren Automotive, he understands that his
company needs to move forward as he was quoted saying, “Since 1966, when we entered Formula
1, 106 F1 teams have come and gone. Only we and Ferrari are still in the pit lane. So staying
solely and exclusively a Formula 1 team leads to extinction. We need to broaden our business.”
So far 2,700 people have been approved for
purchase of the MP4-12C and I am sure
more will be approved as the year
comes to a close. This car will
definitely give the Italian
carmakers a run for
their money. RM
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 115
Measurements: 34C-25-35
A lot can happen in a decade and a half. Many of those young boys and girls have eschewed their angry
adolescence to embrace the benefits and trappings of bona fide adulthood. This isn’t to say alternative
music’s target demographic is diminishing. With each generation, a new herd of reticent suburban teens
struggle with the hardships of maturation and everyday life. And they too will crave relatable idols. In
this sense, Korn’s well will never run dry.
Korn III: Remember Who You Are is the band’s ninth studio album and truthfully one of their better
recent efforts. It’s no retread by any stretch but the band is clearly hoping to recapture a sound they
helped to create in 1994. The album’s title plainly admits as much.
“Uber-time” is a hauntingly wonderful introduction to the album; a lingering, echoing melody played
over someone’s vaguely poetic musings. As a post-rock style lead-in to Remember Who You Are’s first
The rock-solid intro to “Pop a Pill” shows veteran bassist Reggie “Fieldy” Arvizu and rookie drummer
Ray Luzier are already syncing nicely. The track is surprising, too, because its aural qualities are light
and refreshing; upbeat, even. The gleeful romp around the major scale is merely a well-constructed
façade, of course. “Happiness is seldom found,” sings Davies. “Pop the pill / I’m so happy now.”
“Move On” is a bit of a potholed listen. “I’m trying to please everyone around me,” screams an
unfaltering Davies. His efforts, at least on this song, are met with only partial success. James “Munky”
Schaffer’s riffs are engaging—he is of course a capable guitarist—but the song still doesn’t possess
nearly enough musical depth. The texture lost since the retirement of legendary guitarist Brian “Head”
Welch is continually missed.
Korn’s roots testosterone-injected roots are most accurately evoked in “Let the Guilt Go.” It’s a violently
cathartic journey and it sounds like a B-Side they brought back from the 1990s. It’s a fine song, but it
isn’t their best work here. They somewhat successfully re-bottled their original lightning, as it were,
but perhaps they’ve found that old sound to be past its expiration date. This revelation should only free
them from the constraints of recreating past glories, really. Korn needs remember who they are but they
can’t let those memories dictate the band they seek to eventually become.
In order to fully appreciate Ross, you have to understand how far the rapper has come over the last five years.
Much like the original “Teflon Don,” the Miami-bred emcee has been able to deflect and avoid pitfalls that could
have easily ended a lesser man’s career. From battles with 50 Cent, to a media exposed history as a C.O., Ross has
suffered just about every battle and humiliation imaginable, and has seemingly come back stronger.
In this latest effort, Ross attempts to continue his rise for a mid-tier rap star to one of the game’s elite. While his
three previous attempts at greatness were pleasant listens, none of them were considered all-time classics. This of
course, is largely due to Ross’ average rhyming skills that he covers up with tremendous beat selection and top-of-
the-line industry co-signs.
“Teflon Don” has its fair share of certified hits. “Maybach Music 3” continues Ross’ long-running musical series
with TI and Jadakiss being brought along for the ride. All three rap heavyweights hold their own on the track, and
Ross’ improved lyrical abilities really shine as his verse is just as good, if not better, than his counterparts. “B.M.F.”
is another banger, and the bass-heavy track which features D-Block’s Styles P will no doubt be in heavy club
rotation over the next few months.
Still, Ross is clearly is on a mission to prove his rapping worth on the album. On the No-ID produced “Tears of Joy,”
Ross offers an introspective look at himself and his goals. Similarly, “All The Money In The World” offers listeners
a bit of insight on the Miami emcee’s personal struggles after his father’s passing with verses like: “Passed in ‘99,
cancer all in his liver / Sh*t, difference since we last spoke your son a little richer / I’d never rap again if I could tell
him that I miss him.”
While Ross has definitely come a long way from his “Trilla” days, the albums biggest shortcoming is the fact that
Ross’ features at times outshine him. This is particularly evident on two tracks, “Live Fast, Die Young” with Kanye
West, and “Free Mason” with Jay-Z.
On the former, West clearly gets the best of his rapping partner with a smooth re-introduction to the rap world where
he confidently raps: “I’m back by unpopular demand / At least we still poppin’ in Japan / Shopping in Milan, hopping
out the van, screams from the fans / ‘Yeezy always knew you’d be on top again!’”
Yet, there is no greater indicator of how far Ross still has to go to compete with rap’s legends than when he is joined
on “Free Mason” with the king himself. On said track, none of his lyrics can compete with the absolute gems that
Jay-Z drops: “N*ggas couldn’t do nothing with me / So they put the devil on me / I would have preferred if n*ggas
squeeze the metal on me…Whole world want my demise, turn my music up / Hear me clearly, if y’all n*ggas fear me,
just say y’all fear me / F*ck all these fairy tales…B*tch I said I was amazin’ / Not that I’m a Mason”
From a production standpoint, West, No I.D., the Inkredibles and the J.U.S.T.I.C.E League create a symphonic
grandeur that perfectly lace Ross’ simplistic lyrics. While other emcees often fear that over-the-top production may
take away from the appreciation for their actual raps, Ross embraces the idea. Rather than trying to write a book
with his album that you have to study to appreciate, he creates a movie that you can sit back and enjoy.
The album isn’t without flaws, but all things considered, with “Teflon Don,” Ross has put together an effort worthy
of someone that calls himself: The Boss.
Myspace.com/Apocalyptica
Songs like “End of Me,” “2010,” and “At the Gates of Manala” will sure rip your “f hole” open and
leave your neck hurting for more head bang. After two decades of playing, the band has been
able to capture the sound of distorted guitars and bass. On their first album full of Metallica
covers, the sound was innovative and new. Cellos and metal did not seem like a match, and
yet, “Master of Puppets” on cello was a breath of fresh air. Apocalyptica’s sound may not be
new anymore, but in today’s “dude rock” laden metal scene, it is still a breath of fresh air.
Myspace.com/AtomSmashMusic
Zodiac Sign:
Leo.
Measurements:
32-24-36.
Height:
5’5”
Weight:
125
Ethnicity:
Latina.
Hometown:
Los Angeles, CA.
Turn Ons:
Sweet romantic
gestures.
Turn Offs:
Bad personality
and bad B.O.
Guilty Pleasure:
Chocolate covered
strawberries.
Pet Peeves:
Burbing out loud.
Celebrity Pass:
James Loney - Go
Dodgers !
“ W h a t e v e r ’s h a p p e n i n g
outside these walls has
Maynard James Keenan, Vocals nothing to do with what’s
going on here,” vocalist
Maynard James Keenan sermonized after the song ended. “For
the next two hours, it’s about us.” Other than this statement,
the singer spoke few words and kept audience interaction at a
minimum to avoid detracting from the multi-sensory experience.
A long, tall screen spanned the entire stage behind the band,
while several others descended, tilted, and rose again during
different songs, and two large displays stayed fixed at the
sides. Intricate laser beams and swirling lights shot out at the
audience, but the band remained dimly lit. Much of the unsettling
imagery pulled from their inventive stop-motion videos, the
conceptual brainchild of Jones. The screens often offered
similar variations of unformed human characters, appearing as
fetal adults in dreamlike settings.
Adam Jones, Lead Guitar The crowd banged their heads, sang along, played air guitar,
and rocked out to intense hits like “Stinkfist,” “Vicarious,” and
“Schism” as much as possible despite seating constraints. Deviating from their normal set, Tool
pulled out “Right in Two” and the sludgy “Flood,” much to the elation of dedicated fans.
Chancellor and Carey created the palpitating, suddenly shifting rhythm section that drives Tool’s
well-oiled sound. Silhouetted against the backdrop screen, Maynard rocked from right to left in a
hunched, wide stance and infused the music with his enigmatic vocals.
After “Forty-Six and Two,” the band left for the stage for an intermission saturated with experimental
sound and visuals, eliminating the charade of making the
audience beg for an encore. Roadies scrambled to set up a
second drum kit, angled to face Carey’s.
Although the live touring industry has taken a nosedive in summer 2010, no signs of an adverse
economy showed this Sunday, as droves of dedicated fans flocked to the huge open-air venue and
filled every space. The audience included a varied mix of people: fans since the bands’ inception
jonesing for some nineties nostalgia, to their kids carrying on the tradition. Diehard devotees and
casual fans of rock radio alike could likely sing the lyrics to almost every song played.
Offspring continued to tour behind their 2008 smash record Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace, opening
the show with second single “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid.” Singer Dexter Holland, with his signature
bleached hair and opaque sunglasses, pumped up the crowd.
The first few bass notes indicating road-rage anthem “Bad Habit” wafted out, and the crowd burst into
excitement as the oldie launched into its familiar punk fastness. “I still do not believe this shit!” Dexter
genuinely exclaimed in reaction to their fans’ enthusiasm. As the song picked back up, everyone
sang along a capella to the expletive-laden bridge, “You stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker!”
Los Angeles traffic will do that to you.
Offspring debuted a new song (thus far publicly deemed, “The New Song”) from their forthcoming
record, which they plan to release at the end of 2010. The new song began with a few minor notes and
seemed slower than the upbeat singles from their last album, but it was catchy nonetheless.
A string of hits followed, including “Come Out and Play,” “All I Want,” and “Hammerhead.” While the
band members’ seniority is beginning to show physically, they still infused their show with contagious
energy. Guitarist Noodles’s hair color betrayed his age, but he continued to jump around and traverse
the stage like he was a couple decades younger.
As darkness fully descended, Dexter broke it down with a solo rendition of “Gone Away.” Devoting it
to loved ones lost, he removed his shielding sunglasses and accompanied himself on piano for the
emotional song. Keeping on the touching note, the band joined for “Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?”
Dexter also dedicated a cover of “Guns of Brixton” to The Clash cofounder Joe Strummer.
The hit parade continued with ska-laced “Why Don’t You Get A Job?,” fan fave “Staring at
the Sun,” the still-hilarious “Pretty Fly (For a White Guy),” and radio staples “The Kids Aren’t
Alright” and “Self Esteem.”
(Cont’d on page 26)
A sample announcing 311 blasted over the speakers as the audience chanted along, “Three-eleven!
Three, three-eleven!” A spotlight hit frontman Nick Hexum playing the opening riff to “Down,” and
the crowd went crazy. Vocalist SA Martinez skipped happily around the stage, bobbing his head and
enthusiastically spitting lyrics.
311 have been able to rise above the unforgiving rap-rock stigma that dragged down similar bands
of their era. Blending their sound with a funk, reggae-fusion vibe insulated them from being pegged
with similar criticisms and kept fans interested.
The band was bathed in smoky aqua lights for favorite “Come Original,” and the crowd threw
up their arms in compliance with the lyrics. While SA and Hexum danced around stage for the
majority of the show, they remained at their mic stands for “India Ink.”
“Applied Science” featured an extended drum solo that nicely split the 25-song set. The normally
non-drumming members also pounded skins, with four colorful drums flanking Chad Sexton’s kit.
Their fun rhythmic treat and mid-air sticks switch pumped up concertgoers before
they launched into “Brodels.”
Dressed in his beloved yellow Lakers jumpsuit, P-Nut later performed a solo on
his bass, with its fancy light-up fret board glowing. The band’s highlighting of
individual members’ talents, especially including instruments
like bass that are often overlooked when the time comes
for solos, was refreshing comparative to other acts. But
fans who have attended multiple tours could potentially become
bored with the band’s repeated use of drumlines and bass solos.
At the final Anaheim show, vocalist Mike Hranica explained that The Devil Wears Prada
purposely picked multiple dates at small venues to provide a more personal performance.
While some bands play the small venue card to avoid admitting that they don’t have the
ability or fanbase to fill larger locations, TDWP truly wants to connect with their fans in a way
that festival levels don’t allow. With three consecutive sold-out shows at the tiny 240-person
capacity Chain Reaction, the band proved true to their tour name.
When Hranica asked, “Did anybody come to the first or second night of this show?,” the
respectable amount of screams in response demonstrated the dedication of TDWP’s fans.
The Devil Wears Prada delivered their promise of a participatory and personal show, incessantly
interacting with fans. The audience formed a constant conveyor belt of crowd surfers, spewing
forth person after person. They would then dive off stage, despite signs warning otherwise, at
times hitting hanging lights. Within minutes, the jam-packed sea of fans was soaked in sweat.
The Christian band played several songs off their debut Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord that
aren’t usually performed live, like “Texas Is South.” Other oldie “Swords, Dragons, and Diet
Coke” found fans fervently clapping along and belting out the end.
When the speakers emitted the introductory sample on new song “Outnumbered,” the crowd
went crazy. Off the upcoming Zombies EP, the song’s thrash metal overtones and complexity
clearly reveals TDWP’s progress as musicians. The Zombies concept EP and accompanying
comic book are also an interesting way to break up standard record releases, keep fans
engaged, and gain new ones.
Other fan favorites included “Danger: Wildman,” “Hey John, What’s Your Name Again?”
“Nickels Is Money Too,” and “Assistant to the Regional Manager.”
The crowd chanted, “One more song!” and when the band returned, Hranica said, “You want
one more? We have TWO more!” They then played one of their softer songs, ironically titled
“Louder than Thunder.” To the delight of fans, the band ended with another old one, “Dogs
Can Grow Beards All Over,” and then high-fived the crowd.
Black and white videos flickered on the screen as Underoath entered the stage and kicked
off the show with “Returning Empty Handed.” It was a bit of a weak start; the dedicated core
at the front of the audience was into it, but the rest of the crowd stayed anchored. Second
song “Breathing in a New Mentality,” brought more energy and a cohesive element, and the
warmed-up crowd erupted into movement.
Vocalist Spencer Chamberlain’s live performance lacked compared to the hearty, deeper
screaming he has produced on studio recordings. Player of keys, synths, and samples,
Christopher Dudley, now the longest standing member of the band, performed with the
most vigor. Although playing stationary instruments renders movement difficult, Dudley
continuously emanated energy and was the most enjoyable member to watch.
The show’s lighting was mostly distracting and poorly executed, with band members barely
lit except during moments of excessive, blinding strobe. Better lighting had the potential to
improve the show experience for fans coming to see Underoath’s live antics, as the video
screen mainly flashed the band’s name and failed to provide very much enhancing imagery.
Underoath’s setlist pulled largely from their last two albums, Lost in the Sound of Separation
and Define the Great Line. They did play one song from their 2004 release They’re Only
Chasing Safety, but completely omitted material from the three preceding records featuring
former vocalist Dallas Taylor.
Chamberlain shared that Underoath finished recording their upcoming album several days
before heading out on tour, and they hope to release it sometime in October. They then played
a new song titled “Illuminator.” With heavy verses and a hooky chorus, it was one of the
better performances that night.
Before the last song Chamberlain introduced ex-Norma Jean drummer Daniel Davison, who
joined after the recent departure of final founding member Aaron Gillespie. The news upset
many devoted Underoath fans, and with Gillespie gone, his trademark crooning during clean
vocal portions was missing from the show. Chamberlain and guitarist Tim McTague filled in,
but the resulting effect seemed deficient in the stark juxtaposition Gillespie’s voice provided.
The duo needs to practice to pack the same punch and satisfy disappointed fans.
(Cont’d on page 32)
Chamberlain also asserted Underoath’s devotion to Jesus, but assured the crowd that their
beliefs didn’t matter to the band. “Find what makes you happy and stick to it,” he advised
before they played final song “In Regards to Myself.” While Underoath has attained a solid
following of fervent fans, Saturday’s show revealed cracks in their live offering, but also
potential for the future.
A series of booms synched with flashing lights alerted the audience to the imminent entrance
of As I Lay Dying. A huge wave of people pushed forward as the band launched into old
favorite “94 Hours.” Perched on risers, drummer Jordan Mancino produced insane energy
and set the tone for the show.
Blue and aqua lights soaked the band during “An Ocean Between Us,” a literal echo of the
song title. A set highlight, thousands of fans sang loudly along with the chorus.
Intending to perform a song off their recently released record The Powerless Rise, Lambesis
jokingly stated after an odd pause, “Actually, this new one’s called ‘Nick’s Guitar Doesn’t
Work.’” As the techs attempted to mend the busted guitar, Lambesis started a discussion
about how the crowd at the Palladium smashed the stereotype that Los Angeles residents see
tons of amazing shows and consequently take them for granted. with Nick’s guitar fixed, the
band finally played “Anodyne Sea.”
Steps placed in front of the drums and at the edge of the stage rendered band members
accessible to those buried in the back, and Lambesis took full advantage, climbing atop them
to extend his already-colossal, charismatic presence.
Crowd favorites included “The Sound of Truth” and “Through Struggle.” Unlike many bands,
As I Lay Dying named every song they played, keeping unfamiliar attendees informed.
Lambesis requested that the audience thank all seven foregoing bands by creating a massive,
old-school circle pit. Fans gladly fulfilled this call for the entire second half of the show, and
a ring continuously ran merrily around an island of people in the middle.
Keeping with the apparent recent trend, Mancino performed a drum solo. But as one of the
best percussionists on the scene, he deserves some time in the spotlight.
Although they were running over time, Lambesis announced As I Lay Dying would play one
more song sans encore in honor of a couple special birthdays and to reward the passionate
audience. But he had one more request: Wall of Death. The crowd created a huge hole in the
center, sending superfluous kids to the lobby and funneling them up to the balcony, and a
palpable buzz filled the air as everyone waited in anticipation. Then, as the band exploded
into “Confide,” the opposite sides sprinted straight at each other, Braveheart style. It was an
epic ending to an epic night.
The first thing you notice about this game is the graphics overhaul. Remember Madden 2009 when you would see its game
demo in an electronics store and be amazed at the detail that went into the game? The same holds true for NCAA College
Football 2011. The details in a player’s muscles are spot on, the stadiums look and feel authentic, even the player animations,
like pumping up the crowd, are realistic. The facial expressions on the player’s faces add a deeper layer of realism to the
gameplay. If you’re hanging your head in shame because you just suffered a sack on 3rd and long, so is the in-game QB.
The gameplay realism has definitely been amped up. When playing as Texas (vs. Oklahoma no less), I was covering a receiver
on a 3rd and long play when the Oklahoma QB tossed a prayer towards the sideline. I was all over this receiver like flies on
manure, so I didn’t feel the need to risk a PI call and push him out of bounds since he was already on the sidelines. Miraculously,
he catches the ball and they call him in-bounds. Stunned, I slowly began to realize that the realism has definitely been upped
in this game. This is further illustrated by the really cool ESPN cut scenes. Last year, you’d see the standard replays, and of
course Corso would always add his two cents (we’ll miss you Lee), but this year, the ESPN replays just make it feel more like
you’re watching it live. As I mentioned, Lee Corso is absent from this years commentary, and he is sorely missed. I dunno,
something about Herbstreet just annoys me. Herb, not everyone punts on 4th and long!
Outside of the cool graphic changes, they 86’d the vision cone (which was pointless in my opinion), and added perhaps the
most genius feature I’ve seen in the past few years. Instead of cycling through players pre-snap, you can now hold O and use
the D-Pad or analog stick to simply pick which player you want to control. I can’t tell you how frustrating it was to want to move
my defensive end out wide in anticipation of the option and only cycle through to the nose tackle by the time the ball was
However, before we crown this year’s edition with the Holy Grail moniker, it should be noted that there are a few bugs. If you’re
running a bubble screen and you want to see the play, the black box that contains the bluff, show play, etc. info stays over the
exact route you’re trying to look at. In fact, any play that’s behind the line of scrimmage to the left you’ll have to remember,
cause the black box blocks you from viewing it. Also, for no apparent reason, the computer AI decided to simply let the play
clock expire late in the 4th and take a delay of game penalty. I thought they were just trying to burn clock, but the QB just never
hiked the ball. And he put his flanker in motion three times. Bizarre.
Outside of the actual gameplay, the story modes haven’t changed much from previous iterations of this game. Personally, I
don’t mind, because as much as I’d like to create “myself” in high school, be a beast on the field, get recruited to UNC, and
lead them to a national championship, I’d rather just play the game. For those that actually get into the Dynasty Mode, little has
changed. There is a new StoryBuilder which allows you to post opponent-dissing headlines, and the recruiting tool is pretty
cool if you want to think like a coach. Starting in high school and taking your character all the way to the pros is pretty cool, if
you have the patience for it.
Ultimately, this years NCAA Football is da bomb, like the Geico gecko. The graphics overhaul and added realism really show
that the folks down at EA Tiburon haven’t been just putting a new paint-job on last year’s model. They’ve actually done work
and it shows. By far the best of the series, it’s definitely a game that die-hard fans and newcomers can definitely enjoy.
The eerie world of LIMBO throws you deep in a child’s nightmare. Wait, what kid
has dreams like this? Bear traps, giant spiders, and brain-munching slugs happen
to all be part of the routine. Throughout the progression of the game, you need to
use your head to advance. Measuring large vats of water accordingly, and changing
gravity are methods you will use to move on. Use the level and the world around you
to escape enemy clutches, or bring death upon them.
I wish there was another expression for the phrase, “think outside the box.”
Throughout the course of the game, you’re constantly digging yourself out of a hole
to just land in another. Not that this is a bad thing, I feel smarter after each passage,
yet feel slower because I didn’t think of the solution earlier. The level structure is
somewhat genius; there’s never a title screen that tells you when you’ve completed
a level, or any bonus rounds. This promotes entertaining advancement and hinders
breaks between gameplay. This is witty because the game’s only downfall is it’s
length. LIMBO is short and sweet, and replay value is quite evident. I’ve replayed
certain passes simply to relive my experience of not figuring out what to do my first,
or eleventh time around.