We are so grateful for the support over the years and despite our best efforts we have to move on from Stalker which is as hard for us as it is for you.
Stalkers, while most of you are angry and upset (which we understand) please know that since December 2011 the entire Stalker team (myself included) was working without pay on Stalker 2 while new investors were scouted.
Every Breath You Take, written during the break-up of Sting's marriage, is a portrait of a stalker, Stairway To Heaven a confused jumble of Celtic magic and Wordsworth, and My Way, while possessed of a certain elegiac quality, is the most egotistical piece of braggadocio ever pressed onto vinyl.