Severian, the disgraced torturer, describes Father Inire’s mirrors as such, upon his first encounter with them.

Inire’s Mirrors the band, on the other hand (pronounced ɨ’ni,reyz ‘mi,rɝrz), is the metal-adjacent prog rock project of one Anthony Cordes which, to take out the middleman, is to say me: a classically trained singer and composer, a mostly self-taught guitarist, a 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, 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.)