It's an exceptionally English sort of end times; one that happens absent much whine or evident viciousness or shouting in a calm Shropshire valley in the mid-1980s. There might be odd signs that not all things are correct, but rather this is an end of the world where the unfortunate casualties seem to have discreetly vanished, leaving a radio blasting in the garden, entryways opened, a van left open in favor of the street. By taking motivation from an extremely British vein of science fiction, and most particularly the fifties books of John Wyndham, the group at The Chinese Room have made a dystopian diversion not at all like some other, as bolted into a place and time as Kubrick's 2001, the Quatermass motion pictures or Tarkovsky's movies of Solaris and Stalker.