experimental punk pop
of she mob

|not in my world|turn to chocolate |cancel the wedding|


Not In My World
© she mob / bonefish music bmi

A new direction for She Mob with the addition of Suki O’Kane from the East Bay improv scene and a new batch of songs that incorporate chance operations, noise, ambience and improvisation into the band’s pop punk sound.

In an era of emergent “Mom Rock” by older women, Not In My World throws down the gauntlet with expressionistic songs about rage, ambiguity, Botox, cows, fairies, death, dismemberment, bad coffee, wet kittens, stains, contempt, insecurity, expired cough syrup and the Royal Tenenbaums.


Sue Hutchinson guitar, vocals
Alan Korn bass, guitar, keyboards, synths
Suki O'Kane drums, vocals, electronics
Myles Boisen guitars
Jeff Hobbs strings, brass, reeds
Lisa McElroy vocals


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It's Unresolved
Botox Party
Wet Kitten
Aunt Mimi Found The Clip Art
The Cows Know
Bony Wrist
Bloody Valentine
Accidental Death & Dismemberment
Driving Around
Bad Cup of Coffee
Contempt is the New Bitterness
Mr. Fella Fella
Expired Cough Syrup (Don't Drink It)
Bend Down Low



noted in
the village voice
the contra costa times


press release

she mob at the starry plough
november 12, 2005 | by tony remington

The light show, projected images, spat across the band like a flock of dragonflies, painting them like camouflage. Irregular shadows, shapes obliterating an eye, distorting a nose, as if spawned by cubism. Beginning the set with electronic improvisation, the stage was strangely bare. Musicians hunched down as if searching for a contact lens. Contrare to what one might think, they reached, not for knobs of effects boxes scattered like a mushroom patch, nor did they seek that perfect feedback angle-guitar pickup to speaker, rather, it was to descend. Submerge enchanted, below stage, the slab-on-grade, beneath the fault and perilous cracks which fortune tends, down to work the depths of primordial heat so that magma would stir within us. It was after all, a conjuring. "Bend Down Low" a fitting segue way, proclaiming in chorus " I will give you universal super powers."

Looking around the room, an awakened coterie held within it an unintended, unspoken coven, a marked presence of interested women, survivors of inquisition, beacons of the forlorn come to rest among the pilgrims of She Mob. Amongst those who just happened to be there, and lonely guys at the bar, all destined to be shaken by punk morphism, the gnarled turns of a tree, leaving behind fortuneless disappointment for wit n' roll.

In direct line to the amplifiers, unimpeded by the sound engineer's mix, a warm Linley-esque slide against a Telecaster seared, etched into memory. Bass and drums pounded the depths of one's sex, forcing the legs to move like a snake charmed cobra inspired by the variety of horns woven into a colored exotic basket weave. A mysterious drone, a Strat' rhythm on "Several Secrets" obliterated time to where incense and beads once ruled. We find ourselves stair stepping into layers of our own illusions. Venturing deeper, the painting unfolds. The empty space around the sculpture reveals itself. Pictured are: cows who see fairies, wet kittens, rotting brains, bad cups of coffee, expired cough syrup, a Botox party, where two women in dresses punch it out with boxing gloves. "Not In My World?" Perhaps. "Unresolved?" Wanting closure?"..."You can't have it!"

Gylany would be a good choice to describe this particular co-creative manifest of She Mob. A consort of rock divas, Suki O'Kane, Val Esway, diva prime Sue Hutchinson (el), and the backup vocal cameo of Elizabeth August on "Botox Party." Of course, what would a girlie band be worth without its token sex symbols: Joe Rut, Jeff Hobbs, and Alan Korn.

Ultimately, another drunken ruckus of head whipping rock n' roll abandon, which we indulge. We blame society. There are times however, where something lingers, where the artist strikes the note, in their greater aspiration, something changes for all of us. Within us, and possibly without us, if one is willing to take that leap of faith into the "Unresolved."

Turn to Chocolate
© she mob / bonefish publishing bmi

"...They've tweaked their special brand of synthesized garage-pop so that it alternates between clangy Shirelles harmonies, Le Tigre's didacticism, and the Softies' sweet melodies. Tracks like "Tear Me Down" and "Your Therapy" have a more polished and tuneful power-pop feel, but She Mob still drop some weird but humorous songs ("Viagra") and some furious, bass-heavy sludge fests ("Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy")."
- Kim Newman, Venuszine.com


Sue Hutchinson guitar, bass, vocals
Lisa McElroy drums, vocals
Diane Wallis guitar, violin, bass, vocals
Alan Korn bass, guitar, keyboards, synths
Paul Jackson keyboards
Michael Belfer guitar
Myles Boisen guitar
Chris Grady trumpet
J Neo Marvin melodica, percussion


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Your Therapy
[ 2.9Mb ]
Off Ramp
Tear Me Down
Sopa Mendosa
Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy
Caller I.D.
New Lie
Was Ist Das?
So Sleepy
I Am You
Lite Röc
Appropriate Way
Herbal Remedizer



the album that tied with
michael jackson in the
village voice's pazz and jop poll

"Turn to Chocolate is a great album any year, I listen to it with pleasure each time I cue it up."
- Richard Riegel
[Village Voice writer
who made She Mob #771]

"Finally, a group of people have learned how to be goofy in a productive fashion. Turn to Chocolate is a whimsical way to let She Mob entertain your day."
- Agouti Music.com

"...makes a divine clatter, while dashing through its anxiety checklist, which includes therapy, Viagra, caller I.D. and herbal remedies. Reckless and spirited, She Mob recalls the days when wit and determination were treasured commodities in the punk community. Remember The Raincoats? The Pastels? She Mob stands in good company."
- John Chandler, Portland Tribune

Cancel the Wedding
© she mob / bonefish publishing bmi

"Three women in wigs shout their shouts and tell their weird, unassuming tales"
Robert Christgau, "Honorable Mention" list
Pazz & Jop Poll, Village Voice, March 1, 2000


Sue Hutchinson guitar, bass, vocals
Lisa McElroy drums, vocals
Diane Wallis guitar, violin, bass, vocals
Alan Korn bass, guitar


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Soul Mate
When You Go Away
I Took the $
[ 0.9Mb ]
I Don't Know
I'm Lost
I Tried
Smoke Ring Day
[ 2.3Mb ]
Queen of Doom
Mrs. Idey



the debut album

"...The homemade lyrics are clever and funny slices of everyday lives carried on beneath the radar of the daily orgies atop the stock market, in humbly passionate rooms where people take Prozac and are sometimes reincarnated as puppies." - Richard Riegel, Village Voice
February 8, 2000

"As with such modest, cutting 1980s U.K. punk combos as Delta 5, women singing like people having real conversations. Increasingly funny, vehement, distracted conversations. For example, 'Why did I become a teacher? Why did I become a teacher?' For all the right reasons, but--"
- Greil Marcus, "Real Life Rock Top 10," Salon.com, August, 1999
(She Mob was #2 out of 10)