Rock-n-Roll Autopsy

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”

The boys discuss Dee Snider’s desire to depart with dignity, childishly laugh at ding dong double entendres, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Chuck Berry’s 1972 novelty hit, “My Ding-a-Ling”

The boys suffer flying smartphone related injuries on stage, patiently wait for adequate birthday accumulation, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Bonham’s 1989 Zeppelin-esque rocker, “Wait for You”

With scalpel in hand, our fearless host attempts to re-engage in rock n’ roll reanimation, reassess two critically maligned Rush albums — “Presto” and “Roll the Bones” — and reconfigure the remaining pieces into one cohesive kick-ass slab of post-synth era Rush n’ roll.

The boys unnecessarily remake iconic music, catch a whiff of hypocritical platitudes, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s 1977 southern rock classic, “That Smell”

The boys teach Geddy Lee the intricate bass nuances of “Christine Sixteen”, abuse their industry dominating podcasting power to shamelessly exploit independent artists, and sort of use the scientific method to determine if streaming killed rock ‘n roll. Featuring Nick Smith from StageDive.

The boys bag groceries with Dave Grohl, join a conspiratorial underground revolution, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Queensrÿche’s 1988 prescient prog rocker, “Spreading the Disease”

The boys hide teenage tube socks from Mom, dish the dirt on Diana, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Michael Jackson’s 1987 slanderous hit, “Dirty Diana”

The boys change diapers at Download, chip their teeth on Chips Ahoy, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Pat Benatar’s 1980 pop rocker, “Hit Me with Your Best Shot”

The boys hike their britches up to their nipples, lament the death of the rotary phone, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Neil Young’s 1994 grunge rocker, “Piece of Crap”

The boys buy a billion dollar ear-worm, lead a police chase with Space Ace, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of the autobiographic 1987 single, “Rock Soldiers” by Frehley’s Comet.