I remember seeing this video for the first time. I was forced to watch TRL and that spawn of Satan, Carson Daly. *Shudders* Oh, the things I have to endure... Anyway, so Robbie Williams was on TRL to premiere his video and I told my self it was going to be worth sitting through crap like Nsync and Korn. Why do I find the need to constantly dilute myself? I mean, because I honestly thought the video was, well, boring? Exactly! Boring. I'm sorry, but for such a beautiful song as Angels I thought that the video would at least halfway reflect that. Wrong. The only positive thing I got from this video was that I was fortunate enough to live in a place that doesn't have an annoying green hue to it. Was that suppose to be smog? Hmm. Maybe I should spice the video up a little in my review? Yeah, good idea. Here we go....

Now, this all appears to take place in a crackhouse, or that's at least where it starts off. Robbie is there rocking back and forth on a dirty mattress and he has a familiar looking white powder trail on his shirt. Well, well, well could it be Angel dust? Bravo, nice affect for the video, I must say.
After a little rocking, Robbie decides he needs some fresh air, so he climbs out onto the roof. Yes, that would have been my first choice of places to go as well. Now, apparently Robbie's prozac isn't working because he decides to climb up on the edge of the building. Is this a suicide attempt? God, I hope not because if he jumps he might land on one of the many crackwhores that have started to swarm around the building. As Robbie sings on the ledge of the building the crackwhores look up at him.

Now maybe it's the singing, or it could just be because some nutcase is distracting business, I dunno, but whatever it is the crackwhores are very angry. I mean if this guy jumps then customers will start shopping for whores on the corner across the street....they're going to be losing business! The whores decide they have to do something and fast. One of the smarter ones gets the idea to phone her pimp- she figures maybe he'll know what to do. She takes off running for a nearby phone booth. Her plan however, is foiled by the bum passed out inside it. She takes a closer look and realizes the bum is really David Arquette. She's about to wake him for his autograph when he jumps up and starts screaming, "1-800-C O L L E C T!" What? Another long distance calls commercial? Fuck Robbie, I'm jumping out my window.

Meanwhile, back up on the roof, Robbie has now started to flap his arms and make chicken noises. This outstanding display of the funky chicken attracts even more onlookers, one of which is Mr. Tom Jones himself. Yes, he's the chick with the fungus, oh, wait no, is that suppose to be a tattoo?!? Ok, he's the chick with the tattoo on her ass. Ya know, the blonde girl looking out the window? Yeah, so Tom Jones, seeing this, decides that he had better ask this one hell of a talented guy to go out on tour with him. I mean, just look at the way he can do the funky chicken! He takes off running for Robbie's building, but before he can get there, the crackwhores find their pimp and send him up to regulate. Oh no! He's about to pop a cap in Robbie's ass when, out of the blue, 3 of Robbie's bum angels in training, who have been watching all this down from the street corner, finally step in to help. They beat the pimp with their bagged whiskey bottles and the whores, seeing this, get frighten and run away into the night with their stiletto heels clacking on the wet pavement. After that Larry, Moe, and Curly sober Robbie up, set up a tour with Tom Jones, and then beam themselves back up to heaven to get their wings. *Bells Rings* Robbie being angel dust free, walks down stairs to a new, well lit, world.