“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)

Inire’s Mirrors the band (pronounced ɨ’ni,reyz ‘mi,rɝrz), in contrast with Severian's description of Father Inire's Mirrors, is the progressive metal 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, a reasonably competent drummer, a lousy violinist, and absolutely not an oboe player (except inasmuch as playing middle C for several seconds is concerned). My music, often featuring the sounds of a full orchestra, ear candy synthesizers, powerful, dynamic vocals, and fast and deliberate guitar work (but not so much of the long, drawn-out bits you might usually expect from prog metal), 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.)