Rock-n-Roll Autopsy

The boys reject the benefits of a sheltered upbringing, write prog riffs about parental incompetence, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Metallica’s 1988 thrash-metal middle finger to mom and dad, “Dyers Eve.”

The boys trade nerd-rock respectability for hard rock riffage, ponder the finer points of Santa Monica sex work, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Weezer’s 2001 radio-rock curveball, “Hash Pipe.”

The boys kneel at the altar of pop superstardom, examine the fine line between divine inspiration and manufactured controversy, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on Madonna’s gospel-infused hit, “Like a Prayer.”

The boys gather around the shallow end of the gene pool, question humanity’s obsession with being hot, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on Marilyn Manson’s anthem for adolescent misanthropy, “The Beautiful People.”

The boys pressure themselves to cram as many egos in one room as possible, unsuccessfully blend a space oddity with mercurial Mercury, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on one of rock’s most iconic collaborations, “Under Pressure.”

The boys celebrate American excess with maximum cheese, turn flag-waving bravado into four minutes of post-Van Halen freedom, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of David Lee Roth’s 1986 star-spangled solo spectacle, “Yankee Rose.”

The boys exit the 80s with mid-career anxiety, chase relevancy with hit making royalty, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of KISS’ 1989 tale of questionable romantic decision-making, “Hide Your Heart.”

The boys hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, and trade scientific inquiry for a Rush road trip, abandoned White Castle cravings, and a 50 Something tour for two fifty somethings in Detroit.

The boys (minus one) hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, and welcome back YouTube veteran and newly prolific author, Tim Durling into the lab to discuss his latest book, On Record: The April Wine Album Review.

The boys (minus one) hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, and trade scientific inquiry for dogged determination, stage-ready self-immolation, and the pursuit of authentic artistic expression with Kissing Lilith frontman Gavin Kerr.