“Sadar’s tasteful choice in music in his mix reinspired me to go back to the record stores again” – Theo Parrish
Sadar Bahar didn’t become a DJ ,he grew into one. Born in Newark, raised in Chicago when the city was still a living laboratory for house, disco and late-night radio experimentation, he absorbed music as culture before it was industry. Long before international flights and global bookings, there were radio tapes, record stores, basement parties, and an obsession with understanding why certain grooves hit deeper than others.
His education didn’t come from charts. It came from dance floors. From the raw energy of early Chicago, from DJs who played with fearless abandon, from a time when the booth wasn’t a stage but a command center. Figures like Ron Hardy weren’t references to name-drop, they were part of the atmosphere that shaped his ear. That foundation built a simple but uncompromising philosophy: music must move the body before it feeds the ego.
A relentless digger and lifelong vinyl collector, Sadar treats record hunting as daily practice. He doesn’t chase rarity for status; he searches for tension, soul, rhythm, and emotional weight. His sets glide through obscure disco, early house, leftfield soul and raw electronics without ever sounding nostalgic.
His long-running party Soul In The Hole reflects that same ethos: a space where music is physical, communal and uncompromised. The dance floor comes first.
Technology has evolved. Club culture has shifted. His core hasn’t. Playing vinyl it’s the format that mirrors Sadar's approach: tactile, imperfect, alive. For Sadar, the DJ is a conduit controlling energy in real time, not a performer chasing attention
