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I Rise / Soul Control
Split

Eightfold Path (2007) Jason

I Rise / Soul Control – Split cover artwork
I Rise / Soul Control – Split — Eightfold Path, 2007

This split 7" features two of the most exciting hardcore bands that have been hitting the fest circuit this Summer. Soul Control sounds like 108 mixed with Quicksand and it's all awesome. "Focus" is one of my favorite songs of 2007. This song just fucking jams in all its noisy post-hardcore brilliance. I Rise also play melodic post hardcore with shouted vocals. They remind of Sparkmarker, which I'm sure is no help to anyone. Think of thick guitar heavy anthem-like songs propelled with a decent amount of noise and decent stop and turns that keep you bobbing in your seat or moshing around your living room. This split is going to be one of my favorite splits for 2007 if not one of my favorite records. I can't wait to hear both of these bands full-lengths.

9.6 / 10Jason • September 3, 2007

I Rise / Soul Control – Split cover artwork
I Rise / Soul Control – Split — Eightfold Path, 2007

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