Summary
Wipeout (1995) hurled you into anti-gravity racing where the tracks looked like nightclub flyers and the speed felt borderline irresponsible. Psygnosis wrapped razor-sharp turns, booming electronic tunes, and slick design into a futuristic postcard for the PlayStation era. Throttle control mattered, walls punished bravado, and weapons ensured your best lap could be ruined by a well-timed missile. Yet once you learned the lines, it became a hypnotic flow: boost, drift, swear, repeat - until you crossed the line grinning, palms sweaty, ego slightly dented.
What it does well
Stunning art direction, iconic soundtrack, exhilarating sense of speed, satisfying handling, and weapon battles that kept races unpredictable.
Where it falls short
Steep learning curve, rubber-banding frustration, occasional cheap hits from weapons, and tracks that punished newcomers without mercy.
Verdict
A stylish, era-defining racer that married design and speed with weaponised chaos, then dared you to master it.