MotoGP 25 Review: Feel the Rush
Press the throttle in MotoGP 25 and the world rushes in like fresh air. This edition comfortably laps the middle ground, giving the sort of ride where Saturday-afternoon couch racers and twitchy set-up nerds can meet without a fistfight. I’ve been spinning laps in the series since the PS2’s drum-dry 2004 outing, and this one feels like a grown-up encore, marrying the usual engine wizardry to a trimmed-down learning curve that still knows what a Ducati weighs in the real world. Developers of serious racing titles love to parade their physics, graphs, and that chirpy advisory telling you you’ve mistaken a racing line for a roadside hedge. That’s fine until the same message pops up for the third time in a session. MotoGP 25 reads the room: You still get engine noise that curls your hair and tire scrub that talks to your palms, but you also get a new control schema that feels like it was sneakily borrowed from a functioning set of wrist joints. Braking, lean...