We're back with Cleveland's floor licking scuzz merchants Rubber Mate.  These toads provide us with two tracks of the demented hardcore sludge that Cleveland is known and loved for. Overdriven bass, layers upon layers of guitar squelch, drums on the verge of falling over, and maniacal vocals worthy of the Doc Dart comparisons. And these guys get the distinction of being the first band to cut their own stamp, which in and of itself makes this 100% TOTAL PUNK!