All this week we’re marvelling at the magnificence of Steel Panther’s songwriting skills as they prepare to slay UK audiences with three dates in quick succession.

So settle down and don’t take offence at the following:

Death to Papa Roach, Blink 182, all those f*****g pussies sound like doggy doo

Wearing baggy pants, spiking out their hair, they’re not worth the crust on my underwear

Where is Def Leppard, where is Motley Crue

Why do all my lyrics sound like Dr Seuss?

Death To All But Metal