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Shane Hickey
As the introverted boy genius of VOLUMEN, it most often falls to Shane to write the songs that make the whole world sing and the young girls cry. When he’s not singing about underwater lovemaking or playing video games for 36 hours straight (passions which, as reliable sources inform, he enjoys more or less equally), Shane can usually be found pressing wildflowers in his lockable Holly Hobby diary (combination: 3-23-16) or walking and reading Popular Mechanics at the same time. He is also a world class mental archivist of nearly-forgotten pop acts of the early 1980s and an unrepentant fan of some of the fruitiest music ever recorded. In fact, the last male bonding I did with Shane was over our shared love of the Art of Noise, and the Magnetic Fields album Holiday.
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Here's some articles and other random press for your viewing pleasure.
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| Skyscraper 04/01/2003 |
| Title: Cries From Space CD |
| Author: Reed Jackson |
The five costumed, pseudonym-laden goofballs from Volumen make cartoon-damaged rock for the sugared-up five year old in all of us. The band clearly knows how to rock as well - check out the metal-sheeted rave-up near the end of the opening track "Daddy's Other Finger". Problem is, these moments are married to a jaunty, inane style of pop-jazz and a dubious sense of humor, as evidenced in the following track, "Sexy Astronaut". It never sounds too unpleasant - and the production by Fucking Champ Tim Green is impeccable - but if Volumen don't take themselves at all seriously, why should we? If these jokesters buckle down and fly right, they might be capable of something truly moving, but until then Volumen's barely good for laffs. (Reed Jackson)
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