Reinforced Steel

The Dictator

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8/10
Brandon Backhaus | November 18, 2015

The world is small. 

People's hearts are big. 

The creative heart might be the most pure. 

But vulnerable. 

Reinforced Steel's The Dictator is a declaration of war against those who would deny that vulnerable heart, that pure heart its rightful outlets. 

Vulnerability becomes tyranny in unnurtured circumstance. Post trauma, the creative heart turns inward and only the truly strong learn to radiate that hate outward again, in life's unspeakable magic, as love! 

Reinforced Steel, through all its grinding, creeping, for all its knocks and granite, for all its grandeur and chest-thumping, Reinforced Steel is love! 

"The Dictator is a labor of love, created by love, sustained by love. It feels fueled by angst, hurt, pain, but I see right through all that. This is a duo of artists feasting off of each other's creativity, the mutual influence like rations in a bad land. 

Kwamizzle manages to traverse the razor wire between Blueprint and C-Rayz Walz. His word play the former, his meter the latter. Lang, also a Syffal contributor and personal musical collaborator, is like that girl you can't have all to yourself because she's too good for you. His production is a force that needs to be heard, preferably at disgustingly high volume and in an area away from any bitch shit! 

Reinforced Steel's The Dictator is that record you can put on while you pretend you're at the gym, or actually at the gym, or while you try not to beat your loved ones, or while you prepare to meet your probation officer, or in a drive-thru during rush hour, or walking to the bus stop, or eating a machaca bfast burro at 3 am, or angry because you wish you could.

If Slayer could rap, they'd be called Reinforced Steel.