The Puritan Ice Cream Factory in Roslindale, Massachusetts rumbles and spits up five days a week. They have the propriety on myriad flavors: Newport 100, oiled cardboard, lightbulb resin, cinnamon semen...
Cult Maternal is proud to start another awful band, engorged by inspiration via The Puritan. It is the monolith. Dirt, shit, come, fuzz, woolly men, weaves. A stone hard cock to the face.
A hungry cottager gets dessert here...
