The plastic casing said "GENESIS" in bold silver letters, but my cousin in Manchester kept calling his the "Mega Drive" with that slightly superior tone...
The other night I was digging through my Mega Drive collection, trying to find something that matched my mood—you know that restless feeling where modern...
The sound of those Genesis combat grunts still echoes in my head sometimes—you know the ones I mean. That slightly compressed "HAI-YAH!" that came out...
The sound hits you first—that ethereal whistle of wind through ancient stone, punctuated by the gentle pluck of harp strings. I'm talking about booting up...
The six-button Genesis controller sits on my desk right now, plastic slightly yellowed but those buttons still clicking with that satisfying snap that meant business...
