“How foolish to call them mirrors. They are to mirrors as the enveloping firmament is to a child’s balloon. They reflect light indeed; but that, I think, is no part of their true function. They reflect reality, the metaphysical substance that underlies the material world.” -The Claw of the Conciliator (Gene Wolfe)

So Severian describes Father Inire’s mirrors upon his first encounter with them.
Inire’s Mirrors (pronounced ɨ’ni,reyz ‘mi,rɝrz) the band, on the other hand, is the prog rock project of one Tony Cordes which, to take out the middleman, is to say, me: a classically trained singer and composer, a mostly self-taught guitarist, an okay drummer, a lousy violinist, and absolutely not an oboe player (except inasmuch as playing middle C for several seconds is concerned). My music, featuring the sounds of a full orchestra, ear candy synthesizers, powerful, dynamic vocals, and fast and deliberate guitar work, has been described by some as “theatrical,” “cinematic,” “Bowie-esque, with a dark metal side,” and, by Ben Scruggs of the Keepin’ it Local show on Mankato’s 89.5 FM, as “really cool.”

“Tell me more, Tony,” you say? Well, as we say in Minnesota, “You bet.” (Both those links go to the same place, in case you were wondering.)