003: Pretty Gritty - Love Bites

Sometimes when I'm listening to music I think, "Maybe we were just ahead of our time?" For instance, Pretty Gritty popped into my head while listening to Pretty Savage by BlackPink today. They sound nothing alike in reality, but the titles are somewhat similar and some days that is all it takes. Love Bites came into my head shortly after, as it always does, but is hardly a new train of thought when it comes to titling. I think, perhaps, every band has written a song by the name. To be honest, it's hardly an original theme but that's also why it's so popular. Everyone can relate to these songs. It's no wonder our Girl Power Feminist Garage Band failed, however. We were surrounded by Metal boy-bands in a mostly-Republican town with more churches than bars. Yeah, it's no wonder we existed, either.

On that note:

Dating's Overrated music video, for a taste of our early work, since neither song mentioned ever got their own M/V.

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