This arcade isn’t retro – just old. Bet their Mr Driller’s been cycling attract mode since 1999.
I was in the Kabukicho Sega at kicking out time (1am). Everyone dutifully cleared off when they heard Auld Lang Syne but I hung around.
You live in one long moment of focused killing.
The alleys are black and muggy with old incandescent lights steaming away the summer. Insects chirp quietly.
There’s one game genre you can always depend on in Tokyo.
There’s energy in the air but what’s it for?
Alive in Tokyo’s arcades is the subtle and dignified art of Japanese taiko drumming (to the Super Mario Bros. theme tune).