In the last year and a half, I've spent far too much time on the M3, commuting the forty-odd miles from my home to the office; in that time, in those twenty thousand-plus miles, I've seen the wreckage of plenty of crashes. We've all been there, crawling slowly past a car wreck at 10 mph, almost being unable to take your eyes off the mangled metal scattered over the carriageway. It's captivating, yet horrifying all at once. Sometimes, you can't help smile and admire the artistry with which a driver has somehow managed to get their Vauxhall Omega twenty-five feet up a 45 degree embankment at the side of the road, the car pointing completely the opposite way to the flow of traffic. "Good effort!"

This is what playing MetalHeart is like. [...]