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.