April 8, 2022 - Domino
British indie rock band Wet Leg’s debut self-titled album Wet Leg is a coping mechanism for today’s living crafted out of unrestrained euphoria. It’s punchy, punky, effortless, beachy at times, full of quick ideas, high energy guitars, deadpan observations and dry wit. The songs hit hard then quit right before you’re tired of them. Listen casually, and before you know it, you’ll be jumping up and down to a nihilistic joke. Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers cheerfully singsong of innocence lost, of stupid lovers, of food not tasting as good as it used to, of cognitive dissonance at a party, of just feeling like your shiny life doesn’t fit right.
The song composition is playful and loose, and so is the imagery in the lyrics. Highlights include them referring to their college degree as the “big D” in ‘Chaise Lounge’; the wild primal scream in ‘Ur Mom’; the broken-mirror energy of ‘Oh No’; ‘Supermarket,’ a ballad of being stoned; and closer ‘Too Late Now,’ the song that questions its own existence. Everything is just a little bit chaotic, like what’s actually going on inside our heads these days when we see everything real through the glass of a manufactured internet reality. It’s confusing as hell to be alive right now, and Wet Leg is here to tell us all about it. ☔