The Hardware Store are the unquiet soul of today’s music. They hate extremes so they try not to scream, they are sick of mediocrity so they will surprise you in the middle of what you thought was a chorus. Forgetful of the meaning of genre or style, they fish out handfuls of grooves from jams. Four members, all with so different musical histories one from the other that the only way they found to sedate quarrels has been not to create something unique that could satisfy each one of them, but instead something so free that could open a crack on what music can become. Rock, Blues, Funky, Jazz, Indie… it’s just senseless chatter, we are old enough to tear off labels from our clothes by ourselves.
This band loves to soil its hands, it absorbs the grease and filth of this society, and turn them into monuments to free thinking. Tirelessly committed both on creating and diffusing their message, they hate those who call music a product, and having seen for themselves what dealing with these accountants for artists means, they decided to renounce to this downward spiral. Break the fences, it’s time to create. The actual formation dates back to summer 2007 in Messina, Sicily, a small, provincial city at the borders of a racked and ruined kingdom. Grown up in a sterile environment, except for some rare and still extraordinary exception, the four members isolate themselves from the world to condense into music the atmospheres, the feelings, the blues that each one of them feels, hatred and anger, wishes, longings and restlessness.
The line-up is untouchable, it has always been so, music comes from it, not from the instruments or the musicians, but from the individuals, those individuals that bring the joy and pain of the world inside the soundproof walls, that’s what make music unique.
More chatter you would say, that’s why I invite you as I could do with a sexy lady to listen to their first work: Out of Service. An album which has been composed in less than an year, that wishes to present the two sided soul of this strange thing that I must call band for lack of a better term. Like if you were in a dream, you will find yourself between love and hate, sensuality and violence, carelessness and blues, you will fall in love, but you will not know with who, if with dr Jekyll or with mr Hyde, puzzled you will follow bit by bit this mad mosaic made of impressions and visions until its end. I assure you, you are going to want some more. You will see princes and bushmen, heartbreakers and tramps, masters and drunkards, you will resound of excitement and discomfort, asking yourselves what the hell were you listening to before meeting the Hardwares.
Record Label + Media + Publishers:
Press and Media Team
Blue Pie Productions ™ USA LLC
The Expo 112
Unit 20 No 112 McEvoy Street
Alexandria NSW 2015
p: 612 9310 0155
f: 612 9310 0166
v: Thibaut 28.04.10