Something with the right mix of techno-sleekness and a distinct undercurrent of depression. It demanded an equally slick, cool-ass soundtrack to go with it. I’d poke and pick at it, try different mech designs, attempt to find uses for all those impractical missile packs that I desperately wanted to work, spend entirely too long designing custom emblem art for my mechs that no one else would ever see.Īrmored Core was this slick, cool-ass game with a slightly melancholy bent. I spent an entire winter with Armored Core. The proliferation of secret parts to find, odd story beats to pick at, and the infinite customizability of the mechs demanded multiple long playthroughs. I got really into the original Armored Core. Game: Armored Core | Music: Tricky, Maxinquaye For better or worse, the following are some of the examples that stay with me to this day. My gaming discography traces a map over different times in my life and different moods. I don’t always play something over a game’s audio, but when I do, it tends to stick with me. I darken the room, rally around the glow of the monitor, carefully set my playlists, and enter a trance-like state of gaming euphoria.
Nothing puts me more in touch with who I am than matching the perfect music to the right game. Like my caveman ancestors before me (who would rally around a stone obelisk, or a collection of goat skulls, and dance to the pounding beat of skin drums), I have my own profane customs.
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