H to He, Who Am the Only One opens with one of the most bombastic and perfect art rockers ever recorded. "Killers" establishes a template that would be studied by several '70s icons: Bowie, Queen and even John Lydon. The eight-minute epic wails with nihilistic rage and venom: "Now I really rather like you/ But I've killed all the love I ever had." The rest of record is awesome, too, which isn't a surprise, considering Peter Hammill and company were about to hit an artistic hot streak.