Kill For Metal

I have often been engaged in the discussion as to what music would best serve as a soundtrack to my life. Inevitably when I think about it for awhile, and am entirely honest with myself, I come to the conclusion that it would have to be something low key and comparatively boring like Tracy Chapman (no disrespect to her, just sayin', she probably isn't going to be storming any castles any time soon). All in all my life is pretty standard, not much happens and I have come to terms with that.

That being said, I am infinitely jealous of the person whose life would be perfectly accompanied by Iron Fire, particularly the music on their new album To the Grave (and I have to believe that such a person exists or else my faith in the potential for awesome in mankind will be altogether shattered). That person's life must consist entirely of driving an exceedingly fast and cool convertible with a beautiful woman and slaying dragons.

You see, Iron Fire play power metal of the purest sort, in the way of 3 Inches of Blood and Manowar. However, were I to compare the relative power inherent in a typical power metal band to that of the power contained in Iron Fire I would employ a ridiculous analogy such as the following:
A standard power metal band receives their power from the electrical grid of a small town.
Iron Fire on the other and gleans their power from the collective electrical power of the entire United States. In fact while I would describe a band like Manowar as power metal (again no disrespect, this is just for the sake of comparison and to support my claim as to how awesome they are) I would call Iron Fire POWER METAL!!!!!!!!!

Perhaps Iron Fire's greatest strength are their ability to cleanly include aspects of death metal into what might otherwise have been a relatively weak sounding album. Fear not, Iron Fire still consists of the shouted group choruses, the soaring vocals, and the searing guitar solos we all love- the simply reference death metal at opportune times in order to give the music a little extra shot of adrenaline.

Seriously, there is not a single dud on this album- they all have me revving my engine and clanging my sword in its sheath. God forbid the day I actually listen to this while driving- I might just end up looking for something to ramp off of.