Meet Anwar Sadat: The Band, Not the Pothead
by delarue
How do you get attention from music blogs? Give your band a name that sticks. This particular Anwar Sadat wasn’t high on hash when he signed the Camp David accords; in all likelihood, the guys in this Louisville postpunk band weren’t born yet. But they sound totally Boston circa 1982: aggressively shouted vocals, aggressive rhythms, jaggedly distorted guitars and just enough melody above the noise to make them catchy as hell. Their No Vacation ep is up at their Bandcamp site as a free download: if you have a thing for obscure early indie bands, you’ll understand how it’s more Volcano Suns than Mission of Burma (although the last track could be MoB, with just a hint of surf rock that ends up going nowhere).
Three more tracks here. The title cut is the smash hit, simple melodic bass anchoring a growling minor key guitar hook that sticks its fangs in you and just won’t let go. The second track has eerie close harmonies and echoes of dreampop, like X hanging out with the girls from Lush when they were still in school. There’s also 53 seconds of pummeling hardcore: “You hear your heart within your chest counting backwards to your death,” the singer screams. It’s enough to make you want to hear more. They’re playing Death by Audio at around 9ish on July 19.
