Agents of douche

To the other band that played on Friday: even though Union St. was your first show ever, your band's sound could have had a shred of 1988-imported charm if it weren't for the off-key wail of your snotty lead singer and her horrible attitude. We asked to use her stool and her "sure, whatever" was so frosty we may as well have been asking if we could sit at the cool picnic table for middle school recess. After we played and started taking our stuff off the stage, not a single member of your band so much as smiled at us. We didn't expect a "good job" since you weren't even there to hear us play, but came in during our last song. We sat and listened to your set, even though your songs made me feel like I was listening to a sixteen year old band practice in suburban Olympia. We were impressed with the Zendrum your "drummer" used and, thinking our missing member could use a great birthday present, approached you guys after your set to ask how much it cost and where it was purchased. Your drummer rolled his eyes and said "uh, can I hug my girlfriend first?" Go the fuck ahead. Don't you have to be really good to be that lame? Or is the attitude enough?