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Saturday, August 7, hi-dive, 720-570-4500.

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By Jason Heller

Published on August 05, 2004

These kids nowadays and their band names. The Bee Eaters? Besides conjuring vague impressions of Fear Factor, the moniker seems to be yet another puke-inducing exercise in cutesy cleverness. Luckily, there's nothing remotely glib or smirking about the Bee Eaters' music. Hailing from the decidedly non-rapid locale of Rapid City, South Dakota, the quartet just released its self-titled debut, a brash, fun and unpretentious specimen of brainy pop that doesn't once let its A-plus report card get in the way of busting out some synapse-attacking noise. Like a post-punk Kill Creek or a corn-fed Ted Leo, the Bee Eaters whip up a honey-sweet buzz that still has its stinger stuck firmly in the rumbling stomach of Midwestern indie rock. Ask for it by name.