Nothing says 'quality' like a MySpace page as your game's main website. In fact, nothing says quality at all in this wretched Renderware mess.
Aimed at metalheads, it's about as derivative a racing game as you could hope never to witness. The broken Havok physics bounce erratically with the slightest tap, and each car has the steering capacity of an ocean liner. Never mind the requests for you to insert a PS2 memory card. Even if you've headbanged out every last braincell from your tattooencrusted head, this would still insult the fizzling primal remnants of your spinal cord.