If this was 2008, Ingested’s second album The Surreption would be a sign that British death metal was on the rise once again, and that these twisted bastards were one of the forerunners. So it’s a sign of just how far things have come in the UK in the last few years that you almost worry that an album with this amount of class will get overlooked. Ingested are right at the most brutal end of the death metal spectrum – The Surreption is enough to make you bleed out of your eyes, nose and arse, let alone your ears. It’s devastatingly destructive, and the (for death metal) relatively crisp production allows every thudding bass kick and slamming riff hit home while the genuinely vile vocals spew filth at you. Despite the brutality (I’m not kidding about that bit – this is enough to have your windows rattling even when you’re listening on headphones at a tolerable volume) Ingested seem aware that even the most extreme shit needs some memorable riffs underpinning it, and are capable enough to include them. On top of this, there are some nice technical touches, particularly in the squealing Cannibal Corpse-esque pinched harmonics, that accentuate the granite-slab impact of the low-register rhythm parts. It may be slightly separated from the very pinnacle of what’s happening right now by the problems that frequently afflict their approach to the atonally gruesome, but The Surreption fairs better than most with its hideous sense of fun. This deserves investigating even with the Brit