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


 
Bob Marshall Volumen Beta
Bob Marshall

Watch Bob, and watch him close. See if you can catch him slippin�. You never will, because this plunging draft horse of the VOLUMEN skins never does. Every beat, fill, ride...every damn flam-flam or paradiddle he plays fits as tight and snug as in those walls at Macchu Picchu where you can�t even slip a piece of paper between these stones as big as a Volkswagen Beetle. It�s a craft he�s honed in nearly half a dozen other Missoula bands, including Prosciutto, Saved for This Dark Dawn and the much-missed Spanker. The tireless BobJob is still foaming to rock long after his bandmates have packed it in for the evening, and, like Doug, he�s also an excellent cook. Keep him away from the chilies, though�last time Bob came to my house, he whipped up some 2:30 AM quesadillas that cleared the place out like a canister of CS gas.


 
 
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Ink 19 08/01/2004
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Title: No-Fi Soul Rebellion / Volumen review
Author: Daniel Mitchell

This is a lovely little red vinyl split between two bands of weirdos, Volumen and The No-Fi Soul Rebellion, from the fine folks at Wantage Records.

I'm not exactly sure what it is that Volumen is trying to do. They play saucy rock music, similar in mood and attitude to the Make Up, but it actually reminds me more of the weirdness of Monorchid or later Arab on Radar. "Lady Cop" is a highly sexy, butt-shaking, naughty and sinful tune. Weird keyboards and overdriven (but polite) guitars play a nice melody, as the vocalist freaks out in a sing-y/yelled voice. It's not my preferred style of music, but I enjoyed it nevertheless.

The No-Fi Soul Rebellion play a less entertaining, more annoying style of music, something like a cross between R & B and Soul. Their song wanders around aimlessly, lacking instrumentation most of the time, as the male vocalist kind of chants his way along, atop a fun little drum beat, accented by handclaps. The song is just plain boring.

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