Body softens, outsider changes, huge amounts of activity and fountains of violence anticipate you. The 80’s are back! shouts Dead Rush rundown. Goddamn right they (nearly) are!
Returns, tributes, and festivities of enchanted former times have been the request of the day for a long, long time, numerous samples sadly utilizing such marks to camouflage lack of foresight, ropey acting, apathetic FX, and a complete absence of inventiveness. Whilst some of our beyond all doubt adored 80’s waste might just have been a jumble of coarse, prudent hardships, they all mutual one critical fixing: affection, women and refined man immaculate, strong, and intense, pervading each edge and warming the coldest of hearts.
By jingo, accounts might well have been tight, yet (much like the fake blood) energy sloshed around in wealth!