In Primal Scream, the eventual greatness Simon Furman’s run on Marvel’s Transformers Comic would achieve had not yet manifested. You can see how this is still very much a “licensed property” comic, first and foremost. But the seeds for greatness are there. I’ve never been a fanboy for Transformers the way some my age are - no disrespect intended - but I always admired the way that Bob Budiansky and then Furman wove a certain frenetic Kirby-ness into the book, embracing the constant tide of character introductions as a way to kill-off characters, sometimes within the span of a single issue. In the collected volumes that follow Primal Scream Furman really begins to make the book his own, until the books cancellation and eventual return in 2012 with the incomparably plotted Regeneration miniseries which, to me, helps this title transcend the limitations of being, essentially an ad for merchandise, and become a modern science fiction epic.