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SHIPS EARLY NOVEMBER.
Hailing from Austin, Texas, True Iron Will is the vision of the lone songwriter and multi-instrumentalist responsible for the project known as The Iron Blood Commander. Finding expression in riffs that are simultaneously melodious and muscular, that vision is one of valor and conquest, the fortification of one’s will against the encroaching forces of banality, degradation, and weakness. With “Spirit of Steel,” the band’s sophomore album, The Iron Blood Commander has sharpened his compositional approach, diversifying the expressive range of his songwriting and tightening the instrumentation. The effect is blunt, confrontational—a storming display of martial might. There is a purity of purpose in The Iron Blood Commander’s music. The focus is not on atmospheric conjuration and spiritual contemplation. Rather, it is a rejection of stasis, an explosion of kinetic fury exalting man’s martial impulses, the honor of warfare, and the profound existential revelations obtainable only through battle, where one inhabits the liminal space between victory and defeat, and feels most acutely the immediacy of life pregnant with the omnipresent threat of death.
SHIPS EARLY NOVEMBER.
Hailing from Austin, Texas, True Iron Will is the vision of the lone songwriter and multi-instrumentalist responsible for the project known as The Iron Blood Commander. Finding expression in riffs that are simultaneously melodious and muscular, that vision is one of valor and conquest, the fortification of one’s will against the encroaching forces of banality, degradation, and weakness. With “Spirit of Steel,” the band’s sophomore album, The Iron Blood Commander has sharpened his compositional approach, diversifying the expressive range of his songwriting and tightening the instrumentation. The effect is blunt, confrontational—a storming display of martial might. There is a purity of purpose in The Iron Blood Commander’s music. The focus is not on atmospheric conjuration and spiritual contemplation. Rather, it is a rejection of stasis, an explosion of kinetic fury exalting man’s martial impulses, the honor of warfare, and the profound existential revelations obtainable only through battle, where one inhabits the liminal space between victory and defeat, and feels most acutely the immediacy of life pregnant with the omnipresent threat of death.