
The primitivist colours and impressionistic fidelity of the rally stages and vehicles are easy to harmonise with the dreamy ambiguities of the synthwave soundtrack, and the antilag, intake noises, exhaust note and squealing of tyres easily find their niche in the eclectic percussion. There was a decent sense of inertia, and the finest of adjustments were required to nail a perfect figure eight, leaving behind a Japanese garden-like trail of skid marks in one’s wake-it was beautiful too, with the seemingly discordant combination of the meditative floatiness of drifting, the vociferous frustration of the rev limiter, the simultaneously soothing and enthusing electronica soundtrack and the minimalist graphical style forming a powerful harmony.Īesthetically, Art of Rally is even more beautiful, if not so ambitious. Played from an isometric perspective, it offered an experience far deeper than the casual drifter it could be mistaken for.
