"Kill with skill" may be a simple tagline on the face of it, but after going hands on with Bulletstorm at this year's E3, that short tagline speaks a thousand words. For years we've been subjected to the same realistic shooters where it doesn't matter how you kill, just the act of doing it will suffice. That's not such a bad thing, but when a shooter comes along like Bulletstorm and throws something new into the mix - or particularly old skool - then we stand up and pay attention. We're simple folk, truth be told, but sometimes we like to kick off our shoes and get a little bit lairy - that in a nutshell is Bulletstorm.
In our first impressions from pre-E3, it was clear that Bulletstorm was looking to add outrageous back into the word shooter - no, we don’t mean "shoooutrageouster," although that's rather an appropriately rad term – yes, I just said rad. We simply mean that every kill is a kill with so many opportunities. In essence, Bulletstorm is a game that will leave you disappointed if you just get a headshot. Just get a headshot? It’s not very often you’ll hear me say that.
The controls are relatively, no, scrap that, super easy to get to grips with and you'll be combining Bulletstorm’s tools of destruction in no time whatsoever: the "leash," the big boot and the game’s insane weapons. The game goes fairly easy on you to start with, throwing the odd enemy at you until you've grasped that you can leash them over, boot them up in the air and then shoot the crap out of them. A mere minutes into the opening level - which incidentally was the same one we saw at the pre-E3 showcase (although now it was now hands on) - and the game suddenly decides that it's pussy footed around enough and starts to throw enemies galore at you.
