The Cooties

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The Cooties describe themselves as “hopelessly quirky,” but that assessment is a bit harsh. The trio’s rudimentary pop riffs burrow deep into the earwax on topical digressions like “Ball” and “Bee,” and their helium-enhanced harmonies have a skewed late-night charm all their own. It might not yet be substantial enough to sustain an entire album, but efficacy is just a tweak or so away.

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This article appears in January 27 • 2006.

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Greg Beets was born in Lubbock on the day Richard Nixon was elected president. He has covered music for the Chronicle since 1992, writing about everyone from Roky Erickson to Yanni. Beets has also written for Billboard,Uncut, Blurt, Elmore, and Pop Culture Press. Before his digestive tract cried uncle, he co-published Hey! Hey! Buffet!, an award-winning fanzine about all-you-can-eat buffets.