Listen to Heroes Die


Heroes Die is gearing up for a gig! After a long hiatus, we are reassembling to once again rock the hell out of New York City.

We will also shortly be launching our crowdfunding campaign to record and release an amazing EP, with tons of goodies and giveaways for everyone who participates. T-shirts, stickers, CDs, downloads ... we're even aiming for a limited 7" pressing of two rare songs on red vinyl!

Finally, our drummer, Steve, is vying to get his novel published on the crowdfunding publishing site Inkshares. If you love credible science-fiction — fans of Philip K. Dick, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke — or love pulp and noir with crisp dialogue — fans of Elmore Leonard and Raymond Chandler — or you love ensemble pieces set in a fantastic universe where the impossible can happen -- George R. R. Martin fans — or you like all of those things (!!!) check out 'Disintegration' on!

About the Band

The Origin of Heroes Die

Heroes Die formed in June of 2011 when Steve Soldwedel (Cripplebush, Divided Front) and Robert Kleinendorst (Cripplebush, Shaggis Thrum, Subluminus), both long on hiatus from Cripplebush, and both of whom were sick of trolling ads for new bands, reconvened and said: "Fuck it, let's start a new band."

They got to writing and rehearsing and, not long after, brought in Sean Mahoney (Subluminus) on bass. The group rehearsed as a power trio, but the songs demanded a second guitar. Kleinendorst brought in John Black, who lends his significant chops to the lead work of Heroes Die.

The band has played the Canal Room, Santos Party House, Sullivan Hall, and other venerable downtown venues, including Fontana's, where they had their inaugural gig. They're out to play every hall in town that can handle the weight.

Heroes Die is spreading its heavy, melodic brand of dirty blues- and funk-inspired rock and roll all over New York City.

Get ready to rock.

  • Rob gently caresses the microphone
    Rob Kleinendorst
    Vocals, Guitar
  • John plays hia guitar
    John Black
  • Sean plays the bass with a determined countenance
    Sean Mahoney
    Bass Guitar
  • Steve playing drums and singing with his eyes closed
    Steve Soldwedel
    Drums, Vocals


Cadillac Girl

When Rob and I got together to write a handful of songs for Heroes Die, I dusted off an old lyric (I wrote the chorus and one or two of the verses back in the Cripplebush days) because he came to me with the perfect guitar part for it. We had Cadillac Girl's form – and a third verse – after about 15 minutes. That first session also yielded "Lorena", "Dry Out, Dry Up" and "Give It to Me".

I'd written what became Caddy at some point in the late aughts, after an acrimonious break-up with a woman nine years my senior. I spent a little time thinking about how hot she'd been, how pretty on the outside she was ... and I realized that she wasn't very pretty on the inside.

That began the chorus, which was the kernel of the whole song: "Pretty on the outside / Ugly on the inside."

From there, it occurred to me that I'd known a lot of really nice girls who weren't much to look at: "Ugly on the outside / but such a nice girl" ... and it got me to thinking about myself, wondering what made me think I deserved someone pretty, outside and in, when I wasn't exactly gleaming from within.

That last thought lead to: "God, I must be certified / certainly unjustifed / for thinking I deserve / a Cadillac Girl."

A Cadillac Girl would be that perfect 10 ... not just a bangin' body and a sweet face but a well-realized person whose beautiful inner-self outshines even her dime-piece packaging.

Rough Love

Sean came into rehearsal one week with a bassline that grabbed immediate attention. It was funky, it was cool, and Rob and I were able to jam on it, immediately.

In a matter of minutes we had a completed verse and, not long after, a nearly complete song but for lyrics.

Rob wanted me to pull out a two-word phrase that fit the instrumentation he, John and Sean composed for the chorus, and I was completely at a loss.

"Like, any two words?" I asked Rob. "You just want a two-note phrase you can sing?"

"Yeah, man."

"OK," I replied. "How about 'Butt Plug'?"

Listen to this recording of "Butt Plug", the first run through what became "Rough Love" but with stupid placeholder lyrics, for laughs.

He made a face at me that was part bemusement and, I figure, amusement, because he shrugged and stepped up to the microphone.

We began playing and, when his vocal cue came, he belted out "Buuuuut Pluuuuug!" and we all cracked up.

Once we had the form of the song in place, with the asinine placeholder lyrics, I set about writing some actual words. We already had a couple songs about sex ("Flip My Switch", "Give It to Me"), so I wanted to compose something that was a little less sophomoric. I emailed the guys lyrics entitled "Tough Love".

The responses from Rob and Sean were, essentially, "Hey, that's great, but can you make this song about sex?"

So, per the request of the song's daddy and the lead singer, I took another pass at lyrics and envisioned a girl who was doing all the wrong things for all the wrong reasons ... you know, the same old shit that every Glam/Cock/Schlock Rock band ever wrote a song about ... except they were always like "Yeah! We love whores! They're easy!!" — and, sure, there's something to be said for easy — but I decided to take a non-accusatory stance that asked: "Hey, babe, why are you doing this shit?"

And, lo, we've got "Rough Love".

Watch video of us performing the finished version, at "The Studio" at Webster Hall.


Heroes Die plays "Flip My Switch"

Representation and Tour Information


Management: TJ Wilder (tjw.heroesdie [at]

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World Tour

DROM, Alphabet City

Leftfield, Chinatown

The Studio at Webster Hall, East Village

Canal Room, Tribeca (2x)

Arlene's Grocery, Lower East Side

R Bar, Lower East Side (2x)

Santos Party House, Chinatown / Tribeca

Sullivan Hall, West Village (2x)

Europa, Greenpoint, Brooklyn

Fat Baby, Lower East Side

Fontana's Bar, Chinatown


All photos © Francisco Graciano, except 'Contact' by Tom Menner

Fist © Joe Waterman