Not content with giving you a solid racer to smash about in, Flatout goes ahead and gives the less attentive players out there an absolutely insane minigame mode. When I say absolutely insane, I mean: Chuck your driver out of the window into a dartboard insane. That’s not a metaphor, that’s literal.

Carnage mode offers up a table of tantalising treats, from High Jump (Race down a track, fire your man out of the window at an angle and see how high you can get him to stick on a giant net), to Bowling (Seriously). There’s a lot of fun to be had here, a welcome distraction to the exhausting T-bone racing.

It’s a shame to start talking about the downsides, because they really shouldn’t put people off, but I know they will. The physics and carnage, for all their wonderful beauty, do hold some niggling downsides. Magnetism.

Now, contrary to popular belief (i.e. Science), if a car hits you from behind, there’s a 10% chance that they’ll glue themselves to you with a powerful magnet, causing you to slow down, spin out or fly off into a tree. There’s an instant restart button, but it just doesn’t quite alleviate the annoyance of dropping from 1st place to 6th on the last lap because someone thought your back bumper would like nice on their own car.

Showmanship: A dish best served with rings of fire.

It’s not just limited to backwards shunts either. Often, slamming directly into an opponents rump will see them spin sideways, creating a car-long barrier that stops your car from going anywhere in a hurry. Even slamming on the brakes doesn’t seem to shift them, they just stick there like homesick fluffy dice.

Fret not though, fellow maniacs, for this is a mere stain on an otherwise excellent game. The graphics have been given a lick of paint over the 360 version, especially the beautiful lighting effects, even if the splash effects still look a little lacking.

The multiplayer is still a fantasticly hilarious addition, providing even more hours of fun with added sweary banter. Playing with friends only increases the amount of fun to be had here, and it’d be a shame to steer clear of it. Two dislocated thumbs up.