Mike McMahon's classic version of Judge Dredd is so monumental, it's dizzying to note that he was only a regular Dredd artist for a few years, before moving off to other pursuits. That sacred cragginess, the relentless invention, the dynamic and distorted capabilities of Dredd's body, that truly idiosyncratic use of colour, those big drokkin' feet - it all flares up and burns out in just a couple of years.
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