Words and Pictures by John Bohannon
A cloud of fog settled over the room during the Psychic Ills’ set, and it might have been the culmination of multiple joints being lit at the same time because everyone looked stoned -- whether they were or not. And while my own drug of choice this evening was gin and tonic, I was still able to close my eyes and got lost in the band’s sound. I honestly think that’s the group’s intention. If people were dancing around during their set, I’m sure they would be a bit freaked out. I saw no dancing, but I did see a room full of people all getting something different out of their set.