This is a custom-repainted Optimus Prime. I never liked a clean shiny Prime. Just don't do justice to a punk-rock of a leader robot. Prime needs to be in battle. In fact, Prime needs to be so hardcore that Mama Prime does not even recognise Optimus Prime. That is why I've sold all my clean Primes (for a profit) except for the legendary Masterpiece.
Anyway, this Prime is so busted-open that Mama Prime has trouble recognising him. This battle-damaged Prime is so brutal from the desert battle war and he is ugly, dirty and pretty much pissed-off. I like. Didn't even bother to transform Prime. Because getting busted-open in robot form is way cooler than being a beat-up truck.
This is one weird story. I basically like only 3 characters from Transformers, be it the cartoon or movies. Optimus Prime, Barricade and Ravage. I'm going to talk about Ravage now.
I had my Ravage toy, from way back. I remembered it clearly. Black panther transforming into the cassette. That was probably my first toy, together with the M.A.S.K vehicle. Anyway, for years, I knew I had it. Just can't remember where I left it.
When the Transformers fever reached its peak when the 1st movie came out a few years ago, I went back to my childhood home trying to find the toy. To no avail. Drawers, boxes, cabinets. Damn, the whole house was turned upside down. Probably I threw it away. I remember I lost the cassette box.
A few weeks back, when I went back to my childhood home again, I accidently found it. Yeah, for so many freaking years. Freaking f***ing years. I found it. And I didn't even go looking for it. It was somehow wrapped in some plastic bag and was found sandwiched by some old magazines. Thanks to my metal/rock magazines.
This is the Hasbro 1983 release of Ravage. Not it its best condition. But still a beast to be reckoned with.
Metallica. The greatest Metal band in the world. Ever.
This is the classic line-up. Then again you could say anything from the Cliff Burton-era to Jason Newsted to Robert's era are all classic. However, one thing is common. The axis of Hetfield, Ulrich and Hammett.
The Hammer of Gods may point to Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath, mine's point staight to the Harbinger of the Metal Militia. This boxset is ridiculously awesome.
How about hi-hats?
How about double-bass drums? How about some badass riffs from "One"?
How about lightings to create metal mayhem?
The immortal words of James Hetfield from Donnington Monster Of Rock 1985.
"If you came here to see spandex, eye makeup, and the words 'Ooh baby' in every fuckin' song, this ain't the fuckin' band. We came to bang some heads."
He is the leader of the pack. A man who fears nothing. A man who commands crowd of thousands. A man who is so "metal" that he still performs after being burned by pyro at his own band's concert. Eat your heart out, Axl.
I like this figure. Correctly detailing every facets of one of the greatest frontman ever. Hetfield is banging the head that doesn't bang. Even the guitar is a tribute to the song, So What?
Forever trusting who we are. And nothing else matters.
He was the man that replaced the legendary Cliff Burton. Walking in Cliff's shoes is almost impossible. Jason left the band after many years of service. Still unable to fit in because of Cliff's enormous shadows.
He will always remembered for his totally-awesome haircut and explosive headbanging. There is only one Jason Newsted.
Deprived of all his thoughts, the young man struggles on and on, he's known.
The co-founder of the Greatest Metal Band Of All-Time. He's from Denmark and he can't keep the beats to save his life. But his is just plain mad. Just look at the the TAMA drumset. The cymbals. The double-pedals. The hi-hats. Damn!