By: James Parker

He moves in style like a royal crocodile.

By: James Parker

His disposables are imperish­able, his feather brain weighs a ton.

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Bob Mould’s “Who Needs to Dream?” solo

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Bob Mould’s “Tilted” solo

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Bob Mould’s “wishing Well” solo

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Bob Mould’s “Celebrated Summer” solo

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Bob Mould’s “Broken Home, Broken Heart” solo

By: Adam McGovern

Immortal, like a surgical version of H. Rider Haggard’s SHE.

By: Adam McGovern

Her genius is to critique masculinity by burlesquing femininity.

By: David Smay

The impresario of man calligraphy and glamorous junkies in wimples.

By: Joshua Glenn

Doom sits in gloom in his room.

By: Lynn Peril

Who cares what the world thinks an “old lady” is supposed to look like?

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Young’s “Big Jack” solo.

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Young’s “Back in Black” solo.

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Young’s “Shot Down in Flames” solo.