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Although undoubtedly brutal and catchy, Ingested's new abominable spawn is far from being original. Hell, any idiot would say this has been overdone to hell, and frankly, he'd be right. I don't exactly blame the band for that; metal isn't a genre where there's a room to wiggle and find something original to compose. But this doesn't mean that the album's not good. For a slab of brutal death metal with the obvious influence of deathcore, this album's alright.
The opening track starts things off with a banal sample, and a chugging tremolo riff with a sustained scream. While not being purely core, this album carries eerily semblances with early Whitechapel; the vocalist gears some of Bozeman's lower gutturals, while at times sounding like Sven de Caluwe of Aborted. The vocalist is definitely the star of this album, and shines the most, since the others are, at best, mediocre. The drummer, while capable of nice blast beating and bombardment, he's more or less a typical metal drummer.
Nearly every positive trait The Surreption has is obscured by a severe case of banality and mediocrity. Redundant is the fact that everything this album is has been done before a dozens of times, and frankly, it starts to get boring and annoying. While their debut, Surpassing the Boundaries of Human Suffering was at least somewhat decent, The Surreption does worse. Not worse by much, but worse enough to just be a random tasteless, redundant, formulaic "turd". I am somewhat overreacting, since this album's not THAT bad. It's not good, but it does a couple of things well: catchy and headbang-worthy. The Surreption can be seen as a trapdoor for those attempting to branch out into other out there and dragged back into the mediocrity of a style of music that went out of date more than a half decade ago.