| abstract | - This particular misunderstanding began when fate decided to try her hand at unpopular music. She created five unwitting suckers along with DJ John Peel. Then she brought them all together and the boys conspired as rebels with a cause of being Yardbirds-wannabes, while John became their mentor. Although just a rag tag band from California's Hayseed-meets-Hollywood Inland Empire, by 1966 Peel had teleported them to another reality, far far away, in "fab" London, where they became Psychedelic Music icons, like, NOT! . In London town the band were enticed with promises of bread and water into signing a pact with the first company to giva-a-shit: Fontana Records. But their obscurity in England came at a touchy time, and the US Embassy in London couldn't care less when the group told the media the war in Vietnam sucks. So for totally unrelated reasons, such as the will to protect their lucrative military-industrial contracts, the government staged the Gulf of Tonkin false-flag distraction, and simultaneously sent the band members death or dishonor orders from the US Army. Poof! End of story? Kinda. The singer managed to escape to sanctimonious India for 12 years of destitute exile. Meanwhile the other members were deemed utterly worthless for military service due to their pre-traumatic lethargy syndrome. And so it was that the Misunderstood never came to pass. But don't take our word for it, just ask anybody!. What could be more suitable as an Uncyclopedia article than an unknown band who never were?
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