You have probably never been as angry about anything as these two New Jersey punk rappers seem to be about everything. Ho99o9 (which is pronounced with a hard stress on each individual numeral), don’t so much play music as strafe the crowd with an ugly incandescence, mining the hardest, thorax-splitting sounds and most furious thoughts from the varied history of underground music.

Revving guitar samples (one taken straight from the Dead Kennedys) slam against a live beat so loose and mean it barely coheres, while Eaddy and the OGM come off equal parts subversive (Eaddy initially wears a fetching diaphanous dress), trouble-makers (almost no number goes without a roiling stage dive) and, goshdarnit, kinda endearing (OGM triumphantly discovers that the girl he’s been sexting is a pornstar. Awww.)

One of those gigs which begins with people running to escape, and takes off as the misfits surge in. Oh, the ho99o9, the ho99o9.

In three words: Revolution Number 9

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