We may not need to have a genesis party at all. The goldmine that is Streets of Rage 2 is vast enough to shoulder the entire burden, I think. I am transfixed hearing this stuff. My mind is back to playing two player co-op with my brother: me, as the skating kid racing around excited, losing life after life after life, him as a burly man doing the real work of hitting even burlier men over the head with pool cues. Through the big windows, the sun's oranger, redder rays shine on us as a long Saturday afternoon turns slowly into night. We squint, close the blinds. On screen, a dance music breakdown that the Arthur Russell likers might even like, and a giant freight elevator taking me and my brother up to the rooftop layer of a very aggro boss. A moment of peace, a single lost instant before the beat began to build: he and I must have stood there, triumphantly alone, on the rising platform. Then on to the next episode...
