<p>The boys yank the starter cord on late-hair lowbrow lyricism, double down on vile vulgarity, and use the scientific method to conduct an autopsy on the corpse of Jackyl’s 1992 no-subtlety-needed shock anthem, “She Loves My C**k.” News items and digressions include Angine de Poitrine and a blink-and-you-missed-it ascent to fame.</p>