Normally, Opening Bands That Suck™ appear as an aside in the post regarding the band I actually went to see. However, the Black Angles get their very own post because they suck more dick than a ‘ho in a Too Short joint.

Get baked, put a Neil Young album on one CD player, put The End on repeat on another and have a homemade Black Angels experience, without the hassle of driving to a show. I found the Black Angels unbelievably boring and derivative. In contrast, the fucktard UGA frat types standing next to me seemed to think they were great. Additionally, I learned the next day Samantha liked the Black Angels. I highly recommend suicide, if one is forced to attend a Black Angels show.

Upon further reflection, and a visit to the Black Angel’s Myspace page, some of their songs are all right. Bloodhounds on my Trail is arguably their best song and I like it, but it would not be out of place on a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club album. In contrast, Empire neatly condenses everything I hate about the Black Angels into five minutes and thirty three seconds.