Erika

The folks who brought you the Oxes 10" and the Fireballs of Freedom first work are pleased to stamp out this newest offering by VOLUMEN. VOLUMEN come from a place where drunk cyborgs ride titanium unicorns, where streams bubble with ones and zeroes, and joysticks are used entirely frequently in daily applications. It's a place where ambitious, technically adept pop music is on the Muzak all the time and nitrous takes the place of oxygen in the air. It makes me shudder to think of slinging around all kinds of well-known acts here, but honestly friend, VOLUMEN are a band on the move. They've opened for the Fucking Champs and Drunk Horse to name only two from a two-page list of today's hitmakers. Simply put, VOLUMEN make pop music that would make Built to Spill blush, were they to hear it. The fellows in Devo would nod their collective spud in agreement. Prince would wing off a falsetto yelp sending neighborhood dogs into a gleeful frenzy. This Volumen business doesn't take a protracto