When Id Software’s Wolfenstein 3D was released in 1992, it birthed video games’ most paradoxical genre: the first-person shooter. In such games, the player looks through the eyes of the playable character, walking not to the side of a stage but into a world. A machine gun protrudes from the bottom of the screen, extending the player’s limbs into the pictorial space of the screen like the columns of a Baroque ceiling painting.
Last night’s actual, courageous gesture of solidarity towards Gaza by Malaysian cyclist Azizulhasni Awang was preceded by a raft of false ones.
To what extent has Iggy Azalea’s femaleness and her sexualised performances made her an obvious mark? The same criticism has not been leveled at the British male duo Jungle, recently dubbed the ‘hottest band in Britain.’
This year, Overland turns sixty – and to celebrate that important milestone, we′re throwing a party!
But as ‘Time Warp’ finished and Craig-as-Frank lurched about the stage, my stomach sank a little. Craig’s Frank was a lot less queer and sexy than I remember him being.