Suicide Watch

Out of the twisted depths of the ever crumbling, putrid mess we call society crawls a shadowy figure. Stinking with the foul smell of decaying culture and artistic detritus he staggers forward and falls to the floor, coughing and spluttering about something called suicide watch. Roaring amens cascade out into the streets, snarling hoovers explode from beneath the ground. The earth begins to rumble as twisted sub bass races to the surface. Panic stricken crowds riot in the streets as overhead the sky darkens and turns black. Suicide watch is nearly upon us and the first release sets the pace for what is looking to become a sickeningly dark and punishing label. Cerebellum and doom are receiving world wide play from the likes of the panacea who proclaims ‘’suicide watch to me sounds like a rip off of the early position chrome stuff mangled with some clown step! TERRIFYING!’’ This is of course all lies.