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


 
Chris Bacon bKCAWCK
Chris Bacon

First of all, let me just tell you that his middle initial is, in fact, P. That makes him Chris P. Bacon. Just go ahead and relish that for a minute. Done yet? Okay, I�ll wait. How about now? Real good, then: Chris is the clown prince of VOLUMEN, the band�s court jester, its theatrical fall guy. And also its most recent addition, although you�d never know it to hear the way his wicked cool keyboard lines blend seamlessly with VOLUMEN�s fully-realized, graduate level guitar pop sound. Chris is also the ace up the VOLUMEN lead vocal sleeve, the catalyst by which an already, um, uh, high-octane show can suddenly take that quantum leap into fourth-dimensional coitus between audience and band with a perfectly-timed cover of the KINKS� "Superman" or his own ladies�-choice-slow-skate showstopper, "Super Confident Guy." And front-side ollies? Yeah, he�s got those.


 
 
Here's some articles and other random press for your viewing pleasure.

The Portland Mercury 09/26/2002
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Title: Up and Coming
Author: Julianne Shepherd

DUTCH FLAT, THE VOLUMEN, SCIENCE OF YABRA

(Berbati's) Things that are "wacky": Phyllis Diller, monkeys, the movie Better Off Dead, rickety spacemen. The Cure. Computers as big as a room. I know for fact (or fiction?) that Missoula's Volumen has been influenced by any or all of these things at one point or another, and you can bet they're wacky as shit. Unlike many "wacky" acts, however, Volumen is actually pretty damn good at writing music. On their latest record, Cries from Space (Wantage USA), they've toned down their overriding hee-larity of yesteryear and replaced it with subtlety (a well-placed devil laugh here, the perfectly ironic but not overtly cheesy keyboard line there). And hey! Amid their tight, guitar/synth-based rock songs infused with spaceman-worthy jigginess and unexpectedly melancholic emotion, there is an assload of pop factor. You'll be humming lines like, "Start serving me drinks till I say quit/Sexy astronaut/ When I black out, then I'll forget/ Sexy astronaut." So sad. So fun! So sad. JULIANNE SHEPHERD

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