Fancy paying 18 quid for something that's a fiver on the App Store? Asphalt: Injection might be right up your flat, textureless alley.
Seven games in and this series is still coming up hopelessly short, its wafer-light racing relying on 45+ shiny licensed motors for appeal. Why the likes of McLaren, Ferrari and Nissan would get involved is a mystery as large as why this got the go-ahead in the first place.
Granted, it's accessible to death, with short races through 15 iconic cities like L.A. and Cape Town, but it's snail-slow and cursed with infinitely-repeating tyre screeches that will drive you insane.
Let's be frank: it's a game made for mobiles, with wide, hazardless courses, crap Burnout-style takedowns and an eight-man multiplayer you'll never want to play.
It's racing for boys, incompetents or owners of 2004-era Nokias. Everyone else should ignore it.