
Previously, there have been many words that would have sprung to my mind when describing a Borderlands game: fun, chaotic, distinctive, and over-the-top among them. But there’s one that I definitely would never have used before playing Borderlands 4: mature.
The genre-defining looter-shooter has always clothed its all-action gameplay in a confection of somewhat adolescent frat-boy humour, and its famously distinctive visuals could have been lifted from the pages of any number of comic books.