High concept space funk in the vintage key of E minor.

Synths swoon and your gut satisfyingly rumbles. Ambience reigns, it seems.

Looking over your left shoulder you see a creature that has never crossed your, or anyone else's imagination before. The entity, spasming, holds one of it's many limbs up and trembling with excitement hands you a scrap of space-paper.

Begrudgingly, whilst feigning gratitude, you accept the offering. A ticket stub.

"Admit One: The Funkosphere"

The Capsule