So I'm standing around the Great American Music Hall this January in San Francisco getting pumped to see Arthur Lee and Love when I find out that there's a band opening the set. 'Ugh,' I complain to my friend, 'It's gonna be some lame-ass psychedelic revival band I bet,' He responds with semi-rolled eyes and tells me their name is 'The Pleased.' I grimace, 'okay so not psychedelic, just lame-ass.' As I walked to the bar to grab another (what I thought would be) much-needed drink, The Pleased stroll onto the stage, charm the crowd with bumbling thank-you's, we're-not-worthy's and tales of acid, start playing their ghostly dream-inducing music and I sheepishly shuffle back over to my frien... ... More