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 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”