 52 Reviews  Gears of War  Jon Blyth closes down his higher
brain functions and learns to love it  Let's pretend, for the
first half of the review, that no-one here has played Gears of
War. We'll put our fingers in our ears, count backwards from 10
and allow the hype and hoop-la to drift from our ears like a
beautiful smoke effect. And... you're under.  So, Gears of War
in one word: meaty. Even the sneering lips of the heroes manage
to be muscular, and the dialogue stinks of five-day sweat. The
weaponry is tactile, and the sound effects are like someone
slapping rashers of bacon over your ears.  The gibs are stupid
and make up for the desolate colour schemes of the planet. Not
forgetting the stylised eruption of black blood - especially
when you score a chainsaw kill - no game makes you feel like
you're relentlessly punching a carcass quite as much as Gears of
War.   If you want to shoot shit and not get your tear ducts
misty over some feminine emphasis on plot and characters, hello.
But shooting stuff, as w