Arcade culture has, for years, occupied a strange position in the global gaming community's hive mind.
If the bullet hell shooter has a poster-child, it is arguably Ikaruga. Treasure's elegant masterwork is repeatedly thrust to the front of the shmup crowd, pushed into the limelight to be applauded by the mainstream as the ultimate example of its genre.
Even those of us who weren't there at the time seem to remember the golden age of arcades with a fond twinkle in our eye. Our heads are crowded with memories of cheering spectators, 20p credits and air thick with the smell of freshly cooked chips and first tastes of tobacco.