In a dangerous and frankly irresponsible hazardous fusion, German punk label Turbo Discos has recklessly welded two of the most amphetamine blitzed garage miscreants currently leading the charge in the scuzzy hardcore explosion. From Halle, the “Kings of Saxony” EXWHITE wield turbo RnR with Raw Power levels of urgent ferocity and an electrifying guitar attack so hard you’ll hurt yourself, and Olympia’s The Gobs have been spewing a string of frenzied smoggy-thrash shrouding murky drum machines and warped vocals adorned with snot green covers of impish aliens sucking brains with a straw or sawing a hapless earthling in half. Combining forces for Split, EXWHITE and The Gobs have dropped a joint EP of too much power.

An anguished howl straight from a Tom and Jerry short establishes the cartoon violence and volatile cloddishness that pervades the 7″ on EXWHITE’s EP opener ‘Tell Me Nothing’, a furiously electric speed of garage rock propulsion that hurls blood-stained fret shredding to dizzying heights of garage rock energy, before frontman Fry Chopper adopts a dour laconic swagger for the equally thrilling ‘Victims’, an unflappable strut that doesn’t flinch from the punk metal detonation behind him. The signature lo-fi swamp that stenches The Gobs’ sound smothers side B. Taking inspiration beyond just the name from The Spits, singer JJ omits two belches of fuzzed out, polluted RnR with ‘Tuffer Than You’ and ‘Reality Bites’ that harness surging anthemic power riffage which threatens to penetrate the swirl of muddy aesthetic that stagnates atop at any moment.

The accelerated muscle of Split hits so fucking hard you hope Turbo Discos had conducted a risk assessment before mixing the forces together. EXWHITE and The Gobs’ collision of acutely exhilarating punk rock have yielded an EP of such intensity it leaves a smoking crater radius full of charred corpses in its wake.