Amidst the darkness, and into the light comes a living, breathing, wall of pure unadulterated screaming punk rock madness.

Bred in the hallowed walls of what once was Hobbs, New Mexico, Bill F***ing Cosby sat out to do one thing... to bring forth the messages of the one, true lord, thou Master Cosby.

And brought forth the message they did. The small New Mexican town was ransacked, set ablaze and burned the f*** down. A top the still burning embers and ashes, a Jell-O factory arose, and in it the prophets known only as Cameron Cosby, and AdamBomb honed their skills, and blended together what is a sound of sonic brutality mixed with the humbleness of chocolate chaos pudding---swirled don'tcha know.

In only a short time Bill F***ing Cosby has been called "The REAL Religous expierence"--baptising their groupies in a bath of semen and pudding--they have created minions amassed the world over.

So come along, join the revolution, and GET DOWN FOR THE COS!---And ladies, when you get down for the Cos, take off them bra's!!!!