Singaporeans have discovered that the only thing cheaper than professional therapy is screaming into a germ-infested microphone for three hours.

The nation’s mental health crisis is currently being managed by tone-deaf office ladies butchering Adele hits while inhaling recycled air in a windowless cupboard.

Experts suggest the rhythmic vibration of vocal cords failing to hit high notes is the only thing preventing a total societal meltdown.

"Wah lau, after I scream Jay Chou until my throat bleed, I feel like a new man sia," said local analyst Tan Ah Kow.

"Better than paying therapist $200 to talk, I just pay Teo Heng $20 and let my inner demons out lor!"

If the singing stops, the violence begins.