Ho99o9 – Trash & Crash Punks Rage Against The Daily Rat Race Machine With New LP ‘TOMORROW WE ESCAPE’
13 September 2025
Press photo by Nick Fancher
Band: Ho99o9 (pronounced Horror)
Who: Trashing rap-punk duo – theOGM and Eaddy – from Newark, New Jersey.
They released, so far, two albums United States of Horror (2019), Skin (2022)
and last year’s mixtape Territory: Turf Talk, Vol II .
Now they have full-length number three, called TOMORROW WE ESCAPE out.
TheOGM in an interview with New Noise Maagzine: “On this record, it’s a sound that has grown as we’ve grown as people and us finding new ways of making music. Some bands are just legendary and popular for what they did at that time, and we don’t want to stay put in that box and become this one sound. We want to be able to grow and express our musical range and artistry, so it’s an evolved sound and [a process] of trying new things and not compromising.”
“There’s so much going on in the world right now and it’s very overwhelming. You have to sit back and realign yourself, focus, and push through. That’s on a personal level and family level. If you’re going [on] that political route and that’s what you’re about, you gotta go that route,
but everybody has a different route.”
Album artwork
We’re all human beings and we all go through different stages of emotions every day. A family member could have passed, you’re going to a party with friends, or you’re at a show raving. It’s [all] walks of life and we’re going through things in our personal lives that other people can relate to. We want to give the listenrers a “light at the end of the tunnel.” “We just have to be focused enough to get there.”
TUTV: You can relax for 2.22 minutes during the opening lines of I Miss Home. From
there on, the louder than war sledgehammers start to mess up your speakers. Imagine Rage Against The Machine have a motherfucking rap-scream contest with Body Count
while the crushing crossover decibels, trash and crash the roof.
That’s how Ho99o9 deals with our daily, suffocating, rat race. Chop, chop, chop.
Attack, attack, attack. Hit, hit, hit. Don’t escape yet, guys, let’s party hard first.
KEY SINGLE
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