The 80s were a wonderful time when, more likely than not, any videogame would involve the destruction of dirty commies. In games like Cabal and Operation Wolf the enemy's nationality is never explicitly stated but... come on... you know. I don't know a whole lot of people flying around in HINDs in this day and age. Before the time when ninjas were kidnapping the president, the dark forces of the Iron Curtain were mobilizing in order to take over the world, one power-up mushroom or bionic arm at a time.

Semi-prolific remixer goat knows that even now we can't allow the dirty Soviets to get the upperhand. Russia let Lenin have his way and look what happened to them! Well, not a problem! With the man and his trusty guitar by our side we cannot be led astray. Through a conbination of hardcore thrashing and ridiculous samples, goat travels down the path between whimsy and despair every day of his life. His every strum urges us on to the eventual finish we're so terrified of reaching. A day without the influence of that filthy Stalin will be a tough time for our war-torn psyches! We know we'll never let Airwolf's sacrifices be in vain!

I am positively in love with the opening of this song, mostly for the sampled gunshots that totally come out of left field at 0'41, ending in a pained 8 bit scream. That's the starter pistol for our song and before the first minute is up we've entered a strange realm of action(!) from which we can never escape. The strumming of the bass guitar urges us forward at 1'35 to the progression at 1'44 that's so delicious I'm still not convinced it isn't chocolate cake.

The only difference is that this song is decidedly lower than calories (and it's also not food). It's been awhile so my memory might be a bit specious, but I have no reason to think that Rush'n Attack, whose very moniker (said quickly enough) implies the participation of that very foe, didn't involve the participation of at least a single hammer and/or sickle.

Also maybe a Cuban.

But Could I Drive To This?: With a wailing guitar like the one present in this song, it seems relatively appropriate that you could be barreling over the sands of Afghanistan, the snow crested Urals, or perhaps even the steamy jungles of Vietnam. Be you dressed in fatigues, parka or wifebeater, you'll look good cresting the dunes (or hills!) in your hummer, standing out of the roof with an American flag waving in the air while you blast this guitar so rocking that it might as well have come from Skynyrd. Skynyrd, man. I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!!