Reviews

Great game! Always overlooked by OutRun on the arcades, but this is a lot better than OutRun on the Speccy.

Graphics are nice and well detailed, the scrolling and the speed is spot on and it contains excellent music from Jonathan Dunn.

All in all, one of the finest racing games put together on the Speccy.

A competent driving game, but driving around the same course again and again is not the greatest idea of fun in my opinion. Does manage to give a convincent impression of speed though.

I'd pick Out Run over this any day - might be a tad slower, especially in the "gallery" level, but it's much more varied, and that's more important to me.

1988 Imagine Software (UK)
by Mike Lamb, John Mullins, Bill Harbison, Alick Morrall, Jonathan Dunn (Music)

For starters, I can't understand why a 128k game as no sound while racing. Even with the upgraded memory, too much things happening just slows the game. The menu music is nice but nothing special, and I've seen/heard better things in 48k oldies.
The graphics are nice but bulky and the proportions are all wrong, just look at the trees.
And about the track, well this is the famous 24 hours Le Mans you are racing, but it gets boring after playing the same track over and over, accuracy here just spoils things a bit.
Finally the strong point of theis game, in my view, is the playability, your car moves smoothly and the speed increases quite dramatically. The difficulty is also a strong point although a bit annoying in the first plays.
All in all I think this is only a slightly above average game.

For me, this is the best racing game on the Spectrum. Everything is top notch and more so it's a lot better than the arcade version which I always felt was overrated despite looking so great. Another Ocean/Imagine gem.

by Sentient Software Ltd (Mike Lamb, John Mullins, Jonathan Dunn, Bill Harbison, Alick Morrall)

Chicken bells, chicken bells. And fusilli with tuna. So, that part was settled. No fear of dying of hunger. Plus fortuituos encounters. And a lunch offered. Then, in the evening, the only one that came by. Sense of responsability, I suppose. Twenty years later, it was Lungs of Death. While somebody was at the Addicts Eve, waiting for a Grace to be granted, at the Gates of a Saint. So, it was a day of going out's and coming back in's, walking over red carpets, among glimmering twinkling spheres, people carring packages, the magic and the frenzy of the preparatory day. Trying to spot a head curled by an imaginary tempest while a mesmerizing arpeggio resounded. Love Comes Tumbling. And then trying to get into the narrow passage, between the competitor and the kerb, risking the set back of a halt. Another kind of hypnosis. And it was like that drunk fever filled with presage e trepidation were in it too. Was it the swerve from a real finish line? Should we really celebrate? Or was it just another kind of illusion, on a different screen? Fastly going nowhere.
5/5