Reviews from

in the past


Played as part of Atari 50.

Surprisingly decent (if sometimes very jittery) 3d physics going on here with a very weird but interesting low-poly aesthetic, however unintentional it really was. It's still shockingly simple and you can see literally everything in it in under 20 or 30 minutes, which is crazy for a full-priced video game, but I can't bring myself to hate it as much as the other Jaguar games because of the pretty decent novelty factor present.

This game sucks, but idk I kinda vibe with its weird, lonely, low-poly tech demo aesthetic. It's appalling to think this was an actual full price release, but discovering this through the Atari 50 collection years later, this might be one of my new favorite bad games.

(played as part of ATARI 50)

I'm sorry - are you kidding me with this? This is a real game that they charged money for?

Drive a car in a person's house while collecting balls/orbs and thats it,not that much to do, if this is supposed to be a tech demo then fine, but considering this has a damn timer and score shows me they legit sold this and said "yes this is a game alrighty, it's about a car, and you Drive it"

Club Drive has awful music and gameplay that just involves a good handling car where you have to constantly drive... and then grab a stupid orb. It's just stupid don't recommend

Played on Atari 50.

Hard Drivin's douchebag cousin who likes to blare their mainstream mediocrity to let everyone know they paid too much for their sound system.

Making the comparison may feel forced due to me recently referencing Hard Drivin' within the last week, but Club Drive's graphics feel like they were stolen straight from it, and often the stages feel like deleted assets like the recreation of Jerome's house which could've been made for a laugh while the lads were on coffee break. For a Jaguar game I feel they could've done a bit better and at least attempt to use textures, although the frame rate at least runs better than Hard Drivin' or Twisted Metal 4 while playing on the Oil Rig stage. It's actually not that big of an accomplishment I'm afraid to say.

The driving itself is kind of okay-ish coming off of Checkered Flag, but the sense of speed is not fulfilled and it leaves the "collect the stuff" mode that the game happily starts you on in the menu feeling like more of a chore than trying to rotate a california king mattress by your lonesome. There's an option for "fast", but it makes your car terrible to control and it's absolutely not worth the trade. I actually had the most fun with this via taking screenshots and utilizing the different camera angles than playing it as intended, which probably isn't a good thing. The entire thing reeks of tech demo, which is pretty insulting when it came out a year after the launch of the system. What a game to excite people for the holidays. Fuck Donkey Kong Country, you want Club Drive.

If there's one thing I need to mention it's the absolutely pathetic soundtrack, this music in particular sounds like they got someone to blow raspberries into a mic and call it a day. It's been a while since I had to add to my goofy ass music list, but it deserves to be within breathing distance of the trash GnR cover in Mega Man X3 and the Zany Golf theme that sounds like a child on five cans of MT Dew Code Red went ballistic on the 88 keys. It feels harsh, but I rule the goofy ass music list with an iron fist, and if you so much as annoy me at the slightest I will not hesitate to throw you on the same bench as the cacophonic tone-deaf cats from Grandia III.

Scrub Drive


Ramming my car into a coffee table for thirty minutes before the game unceremoniously ends. This is the life

more like I'm gonna Drive a Club through my television

(Atari 50)
I wouldn't call this a good game but I do kinda enjoy driving around this low poly world

An exploration first person driving game where you hunt for collectible orbs as a man yells AWLRIGHT for each one you collect. The handling of the car is actually okay, but the music was going to put me in an insane asylum.