There's precious little heart and soul, and certainly no innovation...
Having set out his stall of gently-motorik jamming on ‘Volume 1’, you might’ve thought [a]Echoboy[/a], aka Richard Warren, would’ve used the occasion of his second Mute album to make his definitive statement; some stab at (post-) rock’n’roll immortality. But no. ‘Volume 2’ is a suite of profoundly unhurried, directionless and pointless noodling, passed off only half-heartedly as some exercise in musical exploration.
Space-rock, hmm? The very description suggests revelations of some kind, sonic frontierism perhaps; at least some thrilling otherworldliness. But ‘Volume 2’ finds [a]Echoboy[/a] stranded adrift in the leftfield, surrounded by all manner of gadgetry but still uninspired and, by the sound of things, bored silly.
Having proven he can, in theory, turn his musical hand to whatever he wishes – a little Krautrock here, a smidgen of electronica there – Warren doesn’t seem particularly compelled in any direction, save inconsequentiality. So he flits aimlessly, impressing on the most cosmetic levels with only some displays of technical competence.
There’s precious little heart and soul, and certainly no innovation. [a]Echoboy[/a] might have the engines and the fuel, but without the fire of ignition, he’ll forever remain grounded on the launch pad.