Golf Club Wasteland review: real life crazy golf
We aren’t short of grim, dystopian futures in games these days, but it’s refreshing to finally play one that doesn’t involve clubbing neon thugs into paste while raging against your big man megacorps. Instead, the only thing you’ll be whacking in Golf Club Wasteland is tiny orange space balls around the ruins of Earth. Having clearly failed to save our planet from all manner of looming crises, humanity’s now jumped ship to Mars while the rich and powerful jet back home on the weekends to indulge in a round of golf.
Or maybe that should be extreme golf. Instead of fairways and putting greens, you’ll be chipping your way across abandoned warehouses, crumbling apartment blocks and leafy, overgrown parks full of ball-eating (and stealing) squirrels, cows and escaped giraffes, with your rotund, balf golfing man hovering from hole to hole with their trusty jetpack. Demagog’s challenging sports game is crazy golf writ large across the landscape, and let me tell you, it’s great fun.
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