Alright, so let’s dive into this mess of a thing — but in a good way, right? Lost Records: Bloom and Rage… Tape 2, they say. On a PS5, because hey, why not? Imagine being whisked away between the 90s — those neon-drenched days — and our not-so-glam 2020s. I was so hyped for this. The first tape was, uh, something else. Swann, Autumn, Nora, Kat — names you won’t forget. Mostly because the story just leaves you, tada! On a cliffhanger. Can’t spill too much tea here, though — spoilers are a no-no.
First things first, there’s this goofy age gate. Something about entering your birth date and… why does it even matter? Seriously. But okay, back on track. The game kind of just lets you hop through time like you’re flicking through TV channels from different decades. Who wouldn’t enjoy using Swann’s camera to capture all those moments? It’s like piecing together life-sized puzzles, but the pieces are emotions and memories. How deep is that?
Now, I’m no Platinum trophy chaser, but Tape 2? It’s for the trophy hunters out there — like, all 44 Bronze trophies, 2 Silver, and yeah, 3 Gold. Imagine sorting Swann’s stuff and calling random phone numbers. Who needs a Saturday night out? Oh, and there’s a magic eye book involved. I squinted at one once — thought I saw a unicorn. Wasn’t. My imagination does its own thing sometimes.
Lost Records: Bloom and Rage, part dos. Or deux, if you’re feeling fancy. This part screams speed, faster than you finish that last-minute essay. Probably because we’re pals with the girls by now, and no one’s interrupting with “You need a tutorial.” Choices matter, they say, like choosing between ice cream flavors. But here, it’s how you treat your virtual friends. $39.99 on PS5 gets you that deep dive into nostalgia while tossing you into what-how-did-we-get-here narratives. Anyway, no spoilers, but trust me, you’ll want to know how this ends.
Oh, and shoutout to DON’T NOD for the game copy. Playing on PS5 definitely screwed with my sleep — you know how it is.