The boys spin street poetry about L.A. debauchery, demonstrate an appetite for questionable studio decisions, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Guns N’ Roses’ 1987 sleaze-rock odyssey, “Rocket Queen.”

The boys fall into the abyss of midlife mayhem, trade dutiful obedience for white collar rage, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Iron Maiden’s 1995 soundtrack to personal collapse, “Man on the Edge.”

The boys spend a Saturday in detention, romanticize adolescent alienation through the power of a raised fist, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Simple Minds’ 1985 coming-of-age anthem, “Don’t You (Forget About Me).”

The boys (minus one) make a major show announcement and celebrate the Fourth of July by embracing singular vision, authoritarian tendencies, and a fistful of bands that exemplify anti-democratic rock ‘n’ roll.

The boys hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, reconnect long-lost tour mates, gush over Rush, and marvel at Gene Simmons’ latest entrepreneurial adventure.

The boys (minus one) hang up the lab coats, put down the scalpels, and take an unscientific look at Geezer Butler’s battle with depression through the dark poetry of Black Sabbath.

The boys regress to a state of peak late-’90s arrested development, mistake hormonal compulsion for profound artistic expression, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Korn’s 1997 acronym-powered ode to intrusive thoughts, “A.D.I.D.A.S.” News items and digressions include Loudwire’s list of the top five politically charged thrash metal songs.

Without the guardrails of science to fall back on, the boys trade evidence-based analysis for deliberately provocative, sensational, and often ridiculous hot takes about the world of rock ‘n roll.

The boys pick favorites, compare notes, and pluck away at Rolling Stone’s latest clickbait driven analysis of the 100 Greatest Guitar Solos of All Time.

The boys pick favorites, compare notes, and pluck away at Rolling Stone’s latest clickbait driven analysis of the 100 Greatest Guitar Solos of All Time.