The Black Angels, with Dead Meadow and Spindrift, Saturday at the Bottleneck
I’ve long had an issue with the Bottleneck, mostly because there was a time when the bartenders were rude and the place stank. Literally — around the time smoking was banned, the Bottleneck was one of the few venues that just couldn’t get the funk out (hey there, Buzzard Beach!). Thankfully, at least as far as the Bottleneck is concerned, those days seem to be mostly behind them. More on that in a minute.
