Reception
| Reception | |
|---|---|
| Aggregate scores | |
| Aggregator | Score |
| GameRankings | 85% |
| Metacritic | 84/100 |
| Review scores | |
| Publication | Score |
| 1UP.com | B+ |
| Eurogamer | 7/10 |
| GameSpot | 7.0/10 |
| IGN | 8.4/10 |
PixelJunk Eden has received favorable reviews, many praising the game's colorful visuals and general gameplay. The controls are considered simple, allowing for the player to learn and explore the game's physics easily in order to become more adept at traversing the gardens. Reviews commented that the experience of the game is difficult to state in words; as stated in 1UP's review, "you have to play it in order to fully appreciate it".
Reviews of PixelJunk Eden also share common criticisms. Some critics consider the synchronization meter an unnecessary countdown timer for an experience that is otherwise relaxing. GameSpot called the timer "suffocating", "nightmarish", and "all too demanding" while 1UP.com referred to it as a "nagging tension". Another frequent criticism is aimed at the game's progression structure, which requires the player to visit each garden five times to fully complete it, each subsequent visit becoming more redundant than the previous one.
Eurogamer noted that at times the physics of the game seemed to fluctuate, making it difficult to judge jumps correctly and making for a frustrating experience, but despite the game's flaws, "there is something quite beautiful about PixelJunk Eden", and that "It's just about worth all the confusion, frustration, pretentiousness and frequent tedium."
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