Rob Stockwell - drums; Bill Zink - guitar

Rob was fresh out of Madison WI & Jackwacker and on his way into the Catkillers.  I had been fired from my job that very day.  Eric was probably doing something constructive, like his job.  We were in his basement while he was not home.  Dead strings, drumheads beaten far beyond their reasonable lives, guitar hopelessly out of anything resembling a tuning, shitty microphone, shitty recorder, bucketfuls of rage . . . the Catkillers bring you the sound of love.