Rock-n-Roll Autopsy

The boys dissect double down dirt dished by Diamond Dave, examine dubious Dickinson double entendres, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Iron Maiden's 1990 UK number one single, “Bring Your Daughter…to the Slaughter.” News items and digressions include David Lee Roth, Wolfgang Van Halen, and the Grammys.

The boys dissect dirt dished by Diamond Dave, watch the Six O’clock News sensationalize sleaze, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Don Henley's 1982 number one hit, “Dirty Laundry.” News items and digressions include David Lee Roth, Wolfgang Van Halen, Taylor Swift, and gratuitous litigation.

The boys talk hometown de-evolution, write a German synth-pop tribute to the world’s first rock star, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Falco's 1985 hit, “Rock Me Amadeus.” News items and digressions include Devo, Ozzy Osbourne, Muzak, pink eye, and colonoscopies.

The boys suffer one too many lineup changes, rank bygone Black Sabbath with a feline frontman, and revisit RUSH’s prog pedigree… or not. Digressions include ice fishing, keyboards, charisma, and Michael Bolton.

The boys burn bagels with antiquated appliances, watch dreams derail when traveling by train, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Rollins Band's 1999 Hollywood rant-jam, “L.A. Money Train.” News items and digressions include Gene Simmons, Rage Against the Machine, and toaster ovens.

The boys eschew the news for song lyric trivia, are random birthright beneficiaries of gender stereotypes, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Paula Cole's 1997 misunderstood hit, “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?.” News items and digressions include song lyric trivia, profiling, and Paul Stanley.

With scalpel in hand, our fearless host attempts to re-engage in rock n’ roll reanimation, reassess two underwhelming AC/DC albums — “Ballbreaker” and “Stiff Upper Lip” — and reconfigure the remaining pieces into one cohesive kick-ass slab of late-era AC/DC.

The boys bust out their tuxedo tee shirts, start a mosh pit in the orchestra pit, and hand out Poddy awards for best and worst episodes of 2023. Digressions include Nancy Sinatra, Mercyful Fate, Roger Waters, and the Olsen twins.

The boys buy several thousand copies of Chinese Democracy from Best Buy, host the worst Christmas Special in podcast history, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Twisted Sister's 2006 merry metal mockery, “Heavy Metal Christmas (The Twelve Days of Christmas).” News items and digressions include Ghost and Guns N’ Roses.

The boys desperately attempt to age gracefully in kabuki makeup and spandex while saying a tearful goodbye to childhood heroes, lifelong musical mainstays, and the hottest band in the world, KISS.

The boys absolutely hate the Golden Girls reboot, seductively crawl their way into embarrassing MTV infamy, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Billy Squier's 1984 career killing single, “Rock Me Tonite.” News items and digressions include Spinal Tap, Ozzy Osborne, Geezer Butler, and Ace Frehley.

The boys cap off a cocky kickstarter, turn one night into two with polite feminine flattery, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Måneskin's 2023 single, “Honey (Are U Coming?).” News items and digressions include U2, Gene Simmons, Alex Lifeson, and The Rolling Stones.

The boys imagine the possibility of a reimagined Rush, use funky bass breaks to taunt televangelists, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Suicidal Tendencies’ 1990 crossover shuffle, “Send Me Your Money”

The boys celebrate their centennial with cream corn, Matlock, and Medicare, welcome special guest Mark from the podcast “Songs That Don’t Suck” and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of The Rolling Stones’ outrageously offensive opus, “Brown Sugar.”

The boys envy entitled excess, debate the duality of unpopular popularity, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Nickelback’s 2006 star-studded hit, “Rockstar”

The boys look for deep cuts in dull discographies, pin comeback hopes on Rick Rubin’s AWOL enlightenment, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Johnny Cash’s 1994 outlaw lament, “Delia’s Gone”

The boys speak like low-IQ Midwest surfers, find themselves unnecessarily indignant over innocuous insults, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Scatterbrain’s 1991 ridiculous rocker, “Don’t Call Me Dude”

The boys review Roger’s redux, find artistic merit in meddling with the moon, and spend quality time waiting in line with Moonlit Rock Hall.

The boys decorate decapitated deities, lament the absence of fun at the monastery, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Mercyful Fate’s 1982 blasphemous banger, “Nuns Have No Fun”

The boys classify cover couples, attempt to shoot straight with bent franks, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Bad Company’s 1975 classic rock staple, “Shooting Star”

The boys form an unexpected alliance with Ted Nugent, smack a stack of Oreo cookies, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of The Prodigy’s 1997 controversial cut, “Smack My Bitch Up”

The boys take a break from amateur pathology to examine Billboard’s list of the 50 Greatest Rock Lead Singers of All Time.

The boys get caught in a mosh of baked beans and pool noodles, demand domestic duties from conquered kitties, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Ted Nugent’s 1977 oversexed overture, “Cat Scratch Fever”

The boys hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, and follow their unscientific hearts into the unexplored world of new-ish songs and virtual cigarette breaks.

The boys test their knowledge of rock ‘n roll urban legends, marvel at Molly’s bountiful ballin’, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Little Richard’s 1956 barnstormer, “Good Golly, Miss Molly”