Volumen 1 :: Shane Hickey
Volumen 2 :: Doug Smith
Volumen^2 :: Bryan Hickey
bKCAWCK :: Chris Bacon
Volumen Beta :: Bob Marshall

Doug Smith Volumen 2
Doug Smith

If Shane is the high school Physics Club treasurer of VOLUMEN, Doug is the affable, popular guy who toes the fine line between band dork and senior class president. Cheerleaders leak the info that they want him to ask them out, but he’s always genuinely nice to the less popular girls and boys, too. In addition to writing most of what doesn’t get written by his longtime friend and musical partner, Shane (in the platonic sense, that is—at least we THINK so), Doug’s signature wikkid lyxx and fine tenor are the yin to Shane’s yang, the butter to Shane’s muffin, the hot dog in Shane’s....well, anyway, the other half of the songwriting equation. Additionally, Doug is a beacon of calm and tranquility in his other bandmates’ roiling sea of adolescent squirreliness, and a fine cook to boot. The last male bonding I did with Doug was undertaken when we spent two days in the Montana wilderness picking morel mushrooms. Oh, the magic he worked with those little morsels...

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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)