If you’re reading this on Spinning Platters, chances are this isn’t the first time you’re heard of Wet Leg. I’ll spare you the lengthy gushing and simply say that Rhian Teasdale speaks in plain terms about modern life with idiosyncratic idioms with a deceptively blasé elocution.
The band was back in San Francisco for their third performance in as many months. They first appeared at The Rickshaw Stop for a solo show, followed the next night by an opening slot for Chvrches at The Bill Grahm Civic. I caught their Civic show and it was the first performance I’d seen since the beginning of the pandemic that made me want to hear new music.
I was excited to see them perform again. You might think from their lyrics and videos that these ladies would lean towards still and stoic, a la Ron Mael of Sparks. Au contraire! They are much more in the Russell camp; there was lots of spinning giggling, and even some epic bent-over-backward guitar poses during “Angelica.”
Things never seem to really get going until after the first three songs, so my pictures really don’t show it, but Wet Leg are all about drop-dead joyful fun. Period.
The Guardian sums them up the best: “In the midst of a British post-punk revival in which declamatory sing-talkers front bands full of wiry guitars, Wet Leg have added absurdist one-liners and a reckless commitment to fun.”
Setlist
Being in Love
Convincing
Wet Dream
Supermarket
Too Late Now
Obvious
Oh No
Life is a Rollercoaster (Ronan Keating cover)
Ur Mum
Loving You
It’s A Shame
It’s Not Fun
Angelica
Chaise Longue
