If you can't tell from the arbitrary use of capital letters in the title, the opening screen spells it out for you as super-deformed cartoon characters - a punk, a goth, a rapper, sundry sexy babes - strike ker-azy poses, while infantile bouncing funk dribbles from the PSP speakers. The press material actually uses the phrase "cool skater kids" without a hint of irony. Yes, we are firmly in the realm of wacky yoof gaming.
Wacky as in Timmy Mallett, Steve Wright In The Afternoon and The Sodding Chuckle Brothers. The worst kind of wacky, in other words.
Now, I'm not one of those gamers who turn up their nose at anything that might look silly or frivolous. I think games should be fun and I've never subscribed to the notion that big guns, fountains of gore and gravel-voiced grittiness automatically makes a game "mature" or "adult". Quite the opposite really. Girls are way more impressed by a man who's confident enough in his masculinity to make a tit of himself so, ever since being utterly enchanted by Bishi Bashi Special, I've had a big throbbing soft spot for the mini-party-game genre, especially when the result combines instantly appealing miniature challenges alongside a devilishly daft sense of humour.