Ramon Zenker (left) and Oliver Bondzio of Hardfloor. And that's Mr Hardfloor to you, son
THEY KNOW THE SCORE
HARDFLOOR are shagged out. Straight off a plane from Germany, slumped on
a sofa in the London offices of Harthouse Records, with the prospect of
a couple of hours in town before they have to fly back, they're not at
their best. Ramon Zenker looks knackered, hair slightly messy, in need
of a shave. Bald-headed Oliver Bondzio just looks bored, leafing
disinterestedly through a magazine.|
They're here to promote their second long-player 'Respect', but it's obvious they'd rather be back in their home town of Dusseldorf. See, Hardfloor have been coming in for a bit of stick of late. While their tracks still go down a storm on the average trancefloor, they've also been criticised for having a formula. Waves of 303s, the epic build-up, the soaring string line, and Bob's yer uncle: another Hardfloor classic. It may not be fair, it may not even be strictly true, but that's the charges. And Oliver and Ramon don't like it one bit.
And it's clear anyway, despite the omnipresent acid box, that Hardfloor have moved on. From the massive squelching acid-fest that was 'Hardtrance Acperience', through the cunning re-working of said track as 'Trancescript', on to the 'TB Resuscitation' LP and varied 'Funalogue' EP, up to last year's epic and hugely popular 'Fish & Chips'/'Mr Anderson', their sound has shifted and changed. Now, on this new album, Hardfloor have turned again. In short, they've found the funk.
You want evidence? Just check the new album. 'Respect' positively brims with elastic work-outs. Sure, there's acid tomfoolery a-plenty, but that's by no means the end of the story. Tracks like
and 'Kangaroos & Bubbles' squelch with an almost disco abandon, while
'Asbestos In Obstetrics' is a pure acid funk delight.|
Oliver takes up the theme: