In the last years of the 1990s, one of the few venues for underground punk shows in Memphis, TN, was a warehouse space located across the street from the hotel where Martin Luther King was assassinated. In the midst of the city's economic depression, surrounded by timeless symbols of oppression, social struggle, rock & roll and blues, His Hero Is Gone rose as a new voice for the voiceless victims of increasing globalization, terroristic urban policing, cultural alienation, and corporate greed. Through each of the bombastic and disharmonic chords of its brief existence, His Hero Is Gone burned like a molitov cocktail, spreading a fire through the political D.I.Y. underground whose heat continues to be felt.