For many years they watched from afar, ocassionaly descending to earth to inject some love into the people but never letting the soles of their flaming funktry boots touch terra firma thinking that would be enough to keep the funktry fluktuations in balance.

But what in the name of all things funktry is goin on here... this joint is waaaaaaaay out of whack!

The Tailors have had to enter the laboratory and create a GPS for your mind. They will the deliver the first of a trilogy of emissions that you can keep for yourself and use whenever you need to repitch and retune your cosmic vibrations.

It will come in the form of a three minute musical pill and in line with the Ocatve Doctor's recommendation should be reministered, deministered and administered as often as possible.