Greetings From Russia (2004)
Long anticipated, long promised, and finally here! As soon as we have more information, it'll be posted here!

Slipped Disc
THE REAL HEROES, Greetings From Russia
FROM RUSSIA, WITH LOVE: Formed in the wake of the Duckhills and Bongo Hate, Room 710/Parish/Emo's rockers the Real Heroes return with their first LP since late 2000's self-titled debut. It was worth the wait.
GOLDFINGER: Greetings features a pair of Real Heroes cuts redone to a glossy metallic sheen: glamtastic opener "Elise, Elise" and frenetically paced "Me Is the Drug."
OCTOPUSSY: Overall as sexually charged as any Maxim pictorial, Greetings packs extra leer on the lubricious "The French Song" and the extremely Bolanish "Move That Strut," on which singer Save Hotchkiss announces, "I've got designs on the front of your pants."
CD release 10pm tonight (Thursday) at the Parish with the Stepbrothers and DJ Linda."
-- Reprinted from The Austin Chronicle, TCB by Christopher Gray

pretty ladies love to dance to this band. they make singles. smart people think they are the best band in their town. old men use their record to enhance their performance. they have made a proper classic album. everyone likes them but they don’t care. most car crashes occur when their songs are on the radio. they play rock shows. they are performers. young boys are inspired to play guitar when they hear this band. they respect their elders and dont sneer at peers. they sound like you should really know who this is. the real heroes are probably what you are exactly looking for.
-- Reprinted from CDfuse.com

The Real Heroes (2000)
The first official album, featuring material previously performed as Bongo Hate, and beyond...this is some rockin' good fun kids, so don't miss it!!!

"A bit poncey, but not in a bad way, Austin's Real Heroes are the newest branch of the Duckhills/Bongo Hate silly tree. Their debut follows in the fine footsteps of bygone real heroes El Flaco and the Adults by balls-out rocking whilst seemingly on the verge of collapsing into uncontrollable hysterics. It helps that the music is so engaging, walking that fine line between power-pop and cheez-metal in a funhouse of Bowie ("This Plastic Voyage"), Weezer ("30 Days"), Cheap Trick ("Stop Breakin'"), the Knack ("26"), and some Blues Explosion for that ass on "NY Bitch." "Self-referential" as they are, the Heroes are the sort of local band one either loves immediately or is consumed with the desire to interrupt rehearsal with a fire hose. Nevertheless, even those who can't stand a little cheek with their rock & roll would be hard-pressed to deny the songs' inherent catchiness, particularly the creeping closer "Kiss the Mechanic." With lyrical topics (birthdays, restraining orders, record geekdom) that seem like they've somehow installed a webcam in your ceiling fan, the Real Heroes could be poised for a prosperous run as the They Might Be Giants of the Red Eyed Fly set. Anyone who can bridge the much-more-than-one-letter gap between Queen and Ween, as they do on cunnilingus celebration "Spelunker," is certainly worth my $9.99 at Waterloo."

"The Real Heroes Debut is an eleven song blast of everything you ever loved about the rock. If you are feeling empty and maybe a little sick from the high sugar content of your current radio intake- Save, Paul, Kenneth and Brian have brought the medicine and it's gonna make you feel alright. The Real Heroes have apparently been handed a mission to take you on a 'post,post modern' excursion. Done so by calling upon the spirits of Bowie, the Beatles, late 70's CBGB's, lou Reed, and Robyn Hitchcock delivered with an all out Cheap trick gusto. Throw a little Eno in for production values and round it out with an REM/U2 band ethic. Seems complex but it's simple to listen to. From the opening overture of 'Starpower', 'we put the crowd to a whisper as we thoroughly blister through a starpower set... ' to the updated 'we'd love to take you home with us' sentiment of 'Kiss the Mechanic', this world is all inclusive and never pandering. mainly about lust, sometimes beautiful, sometimes ugly, and most times both. Take 'The Skinny' 'I'll give you the skinny on the terrible news/ you'd better strap yourselves in/ I'm singing to you. ' If falling for an actual city is possible, 'NY BItch' has got to be a manifesto, 'so many hours from redneck/girls lookin good til the bomb lands/i'd get down on all fours/learn to relax in the dungeons'. Want to go other places? Fine. Add to this mix super up front voice with impecable harmonies, thick singable guitar leads, emerging bass lines and more cowbell and it makes for a not so quiet masterstroke. Maybe it's the new sincerity." [citation coming...]