Wet Leg 1.0 is back!!!! (and the Lyon concert)

The Green Man Concert

Wet Leg just did the most amazing, fantabulous concert at Green Man a week ago!! Probably their best concert yet with the material from their new album, Moisturizer. Check it out.

And Glory Be, its back to the good old days of Wet Leg 1.0. Rhian smiles, not once, not twice, BUT RIGHT THROUGH THE CONCERT!!!! Even while singing, like in the good old days (all those years ago in 2023). Even Hester smiles and speaks to the audience. No more Scowls and Rock Diva acts. Just the two sweet, funny, good-natured girls whom we all fell in love with in 2023.

Is this a one-off? Maybe because they were in a very small auditorium with a small crowd? It is difficult to pull off the Rock Diva act in front of a small audience. Anyway, let us hope it stays this way...

The Lyon Concert

By contrast, just last month in October, I attended the Wet Leg concert in Lyon. It was Wet Leg 2.0 on steroids. They were on a rampage. It was mind-blowing. The sound and light thundered and roared over the audience like a Tsunami. Rhian was lithe and deadly like a dervish of death. Holmes drummed like a maniac. The bass thudded. The heart thudded in tune. The pulse raced. It took me two days to recover from it, no kidding. I was in the front row, right in the middle, right in front of Rhian. I got the effect full in the face.

Here is the closing song, Mangetout. This video does not capture even 1% of what it was like to be there, but hopefully you will get some idea:

My mind was *literally* blown at the end of it. I had to wait for other people to move away to pick up my scattered neurons off the floor. Yes, it was an awe-inspiring performance. But honestly, given a choice, I would still have preferred to be at the homely, low key Green Man concert. Although we are all slowly getting used to the new angry, hard-rocking avatar of Wet Leg (or Wet Leg 2.0, as I like to call it), I think we all yearn for charming, funny, laid-back Wet Leg of the post-COVID times, that came like sunshine into that bleak period and made all the horrors go away.

Anyway, coming back to the Lyon concert, here are a couple of other videos I made. Most of the time, my phone was firmly in my pocket, as I burned every moment into my retina. All said and done, the new avatar of Wet Leg is just as compelling as the old one, in its own way.

This is where they entered the stage and played Catch Theses Fist, up to the first stanza. After that, I switched off the camera to better enjoy the concert. Sorry, dudes.

This is a souped-up, hard-rock version of Chaise Longue they played somewhere in the middle. Nothing like the old version!

In this video, in the middle of the concert, Rhian chats with the audience and then they play a roughed-up punk version of Supermarket. All of the old songs they played in this gig got the same kick in the fanny!

This is Davina McCall. Very slow and dreamy for a change.

I started off filming this video in Landscape, and halfway through changed my mind and moved to Portrait. SORRY DUDES 😒 Just turn your phones around, OK? Or if watching on the PC, bend your neck sideways. 😂

Here is the set list. This is the one Rhian was using. The guitar symbol marks the songs where Rhian plays the guitar, along with the chord sequence. I guess she is still a bit uncomfortable with the guitar (she is by training a pianist).

Couple of stills:

Here is Hester singing her song (Don't Speak)

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Wet Leg - Festival de Beauregard

At last! I finally got to see Wet Leg LIVE!! After three years of obsessing about them, playing their debut album over and over, and watching them nearly every day on You Tube, I got the full, true Wet Leg Experience.

Last week, they played at the Festival de Beauregard, not far from where we were having our annual beach holiday on the Normandy coast (check out my last post ). Naturally I hopped on the bus and went to see them.

The Festival the Beauregard happens on the outskirt of the city of Caen, on the grounds of Chateau de Beauregard. Here is a shot of the main stage with the château on the side:

Naturally I went in early and made sure I was right on the front row, in the corner between the main stage and the walkway, where the lead singer can prance about. A couple of not-so-bad performances by Servo and King Hannah. 

Then there was a performances by  Jyeuhair on the second stage, which I decided to skip in order to safeguard my position at the main stage. A lot of people were waiting for the performance by Fontaines DC right after Wet Leg, and leaving my position would have been fatal. Anyway, as far as I could make out, Jyeuhair  is some kind of rap act, and that doesn't interest me one bit.

After Jyeuhait there was a performance by a new French group called The Limiñanas on the main stage, which wasn't bad at all...

But they had done just one song, when disaster struck. It had been raining the night before, and the canvas roofing of the stage had turned into a kind of pond. A brisk wind, and the whole thing poured down, drenching the artists, the instruments, and us poor slobs in the front row:

The Limiñanas show was abandoned, and the stage hands got busy mopping up the stage and equipment. The Wet Leg show was brought forward. At Last, I would get to see Rhian and Hester and the gang!! My heart beat faster.

And then, there the were!!!!

It was so painful to see them, after having waited so long, I cried. I swear I cried.

I was torn between wanting to record the performance on my mobile for future recollection, and being in the moment and enjoying it with all my heart and all my mind and all my soul. The heart won. It was impossible to tear my eyes off Rhian to flick the camera app. The best I could manage were these two 15-second shots, the only two times in the entire one hour show that the music slowed down.

Here is the first one, the opening stanza of Too Late Now, which, as you know, start with a slow, sentimental lament, before it booms into hard drive. The moment it boomed, off went the camera!

Here is the second one, where Rhian is singing one of their new songs, which is unusually slow (I believe it is Pillow Talk). Here she is, strutting about on the walkway. As I mentioned above, I was in the corner of the walkway and the stage, getting the best of both!

Luckily for me, a couple of other dudes have posted complete songs from this performance on YouTube. Here they are:

And then it was over....

I can't remember all the songs they played. It went by in a magical blur. But I guess it was the more or less the same set they are playing at all the festivals now: 

1. Catch these fists
2. Being in Love
3. Wet Dream
4. Supermarket
5. Angelica
6. Pillow Talk
7. Oh No
8. Ur Mum
9. Chaise Longue
10. CPR

Was it all I had imagined? It was more. It was WAY, WAY more.

I have been hearing for the past three years that seeing Wet Leg live is an unforgettable experience, and I realized for myself the truth of it. I must have seen over two hundred of their concert performances on YouTube, many of them several times, especially when I was working on my blog post, Wet Leg, The Early Years

But nothing could have prepared me for the physical experience of standing a few feet from them while they made music.

For one, Rhian has a charisma and physical presence that simply cannot be captured on camera. She is magnetic. It is impossible to take your eyes off her. Second, the raw sound they produce live can't be recorded adequately. It makes the pulses pound like any heavy metal act, but at the same time it has this beguiling, sensitive, ever-changing quality that very few modern bands can match, certainly not heavy metal acts. Maybe Led Zep were like that at their peak. I don't know. I was a little kid at the time.

What about Rhian's infamous "new look"? I complained about it in my last Wet Leg post. Rhian and Hester became famous for the dowdy, rustic flowing robes, cheeky grins, clowning about on stage - a stark contrast to the exciting music they played. It made them seem so charming and whimsical, so REAL.

Now all that has changed, as I mentioned in my last post. Rhian has gone full punk rocker: sexy clothes, scowls, aggressive attitude, acrobatic moves on stage. Hester, meanwhile, having an anxiety attack, has retreated into the background, leaving Rhian the sole frontwoman. Wet Leg fans were aghast, me included.

But... here is the thing... IT WORKS! By GOLLY it works! See Wet Leg live, and you realize it is PERFECT! It goes perfectly with their new music. For some reason it looks a bit disconcerting in photos and videos, but seen in person, from the front row of the stage, Rhian's new persona is madly exciting.

And just in case you still miss the old, cutesy Rhian, she's there too. She puts in an appearance between songs, when Rhian smiles and shyly asks the audience if they liked the song. That is actually the most fascinating aspect of the live performance: seeing Rhian transform back and forth between Girl-Next-Door and Rock-Goddess, not once, but several times in the course of the evening.

So you can rest assured, our Rhian hasn't changed, she's still the same good-natured, humorous person we knew. This new attitude is just a carefully constructed persona that she invokes for the duration of the song.

And as for Hester, she seems to be getting her confidence back. When I saw them, Hester faced the audience for most of the concert, and even smiled a couple of times. She did not play with her back turned to the stage, as she did in the first few outings after their big break.

Anyhow, the concert was over as abruptly as it had started, and I staggered off to get a beer and pee, something that I had been holding  in the past hours. The toilet and lager seemed more attractive than Fontaines DC, at that point.

I did stick around to watch the performances that followed - after all, it was included in the price of the entry ticket: Amyl and The Sniffers, Fontaines DC, Clara Luciani, Martin Garrix. 

But it was all a blur. 

I could only think about Rhian and Hester and relive their show again and again in my head.

Here is a pic of the French singer Clara Luciani, whom all the French kids seem to be gaga about. She wasn't so bad.

Wet Leg V2.0

The biggest, baddest news item of 2025.

In an era when not one, but THREE nuclear wars may break out at any time at three different points on the globe, the climate is going down the chute, and grumpy old men have taken over this planet, there is one little piece of info we can all smile about: WET LEG ARE BACK!!!!

You are underwhelmed. Who, or what, is Wet Leg, you ask? If they are back, it presupposes they went away. Did they?

Let me take your questions one by one:

What is Wet Leg?

Wet Leg is simply the greatest rock band since Nirvana. The first rock band the 21^st Century has thrown up, that can go chin-to-chin with the iconic bands of the 60s and 70s. Check out my series of posts on Wet Leg

Did they go away?

Yes, sadly. Shortly after their 2023 Grammy for a pathbreaking first album...

... they did a concert in Rio where they made a mysterious announcement about it being their last concert for a while... (check out the Rio concert of 2023, where Rhian and Hester shock the audience with tearful goodbyes. Skip to 43:40 in the video, just after Angelica and before the closing song, Chaise Long)

....and they disappeared from public view. They bobbed up only to collect another Grammy in 2024 ...this time for a remix of Depeche Mode’s Wagging Tongue ...

... and a few odd concerts in UK that were pre-scheduled, but other than that, they maintained complete radio silence. No Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, TV interviews – nothing.

We fans were distraught. Have they broken up, we wailed? Has something happened to them? We posted message after message on their Instagram and Facebook accounts, without a response. This went on almost two years.

And then, glory be! Just as suddenly as they had disappeared, they were back, with a bang! New songs, new album, new sound, new look! In short: Wet Leg V2.0!

Here they are, doing two of their new songs on 3VOOR12. The 3VOOR12 sound and camerawork outstanding, as always, as I have mentioned in previous Wet Leg posts.

Here are the same two songs, Catch These Fists and CPR, on Jools Holland:

 

 Here is a complete recent concert, in Porto:

This is the artwork for their new album, which will be officially released on July 11. They have been performing live only a handful of the new songs until now. So, lots more new songs coming up soon!

Cover Art of Wet Leg’s new Album: Moisturizer – coming out JULY 11!!!

Here is a recent interview in Crack Magazine, where Rhian talks about their big break from touring, and the new direction that they have taken.

https://crackmagazine.net/article/profiles/wet-leg-cover-story-interview/

Another nice interview in The Guardian:

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2025/apr/04/this-weird-dream-just-keeps-going-wet-leg-on-overnight-success-sexual-epiphanies-and-facing-fears

It seems the band had taken a beach house in Southwold, Suffolk, and holed up there for six months, to work on their new album without the distractions of constant touring. In the meantime, Rhian had found love again (we fans are so happy for her). So, most of the songs on the album are supposedly love songs, and not the bad-boyfriend songs that the first album was full of. Although, if CPR is anything to go by, Rhian has her own unique take on the love song!

Going by the few new songs that have been released to date, their new sound is darker, more aggressive. Much of the flippant humor that made their first album so endearing has gone. The clever wordplay and the zany outlook on life is still intact, though.

About the new look, I’m not so sure. Rhian and Hester’s infectious smiles, their playful goofing-about on stage and their adorable, girls-next-door look was such a large part of the Wet Leg charm. Now Hester has taken to facing the back of the stage throughout the concert and never appears in person for interview or faces the camera. She had tried to overcome her social anxieties the first time around, but has now decided to take a step back. It’s so sad. Maybe she’ll find the strength to overcome her anxieties again. We’re with you, Hester!

Rhian has been working out and now appears on stage flexing her muscles and scowling. She has bleached her eyebrows and taken to wearing aggressive new costumes. I dunno. I guess this is her way of coping with unwanted attention from the Romeos and Lotharios who no doubt used to badger her in the past (which the song Catch These Fists seems to suggest), but one can’t deny it’s somewhat jarring for us old fans. Oh well, I guess we’ll get used to it, eventually. Actually, if you watch the concert footage carefully, you can see the old Rhian slipping out from time to time. This new look seems to be some kind of protective mask. Maybe she’ll go back to being the old Rhian we used to adore one day.

If you have never seen Wet Leg V1.0, here is one of their finest moments, at La Route du Rock, Saint-Malo 2022. They never looked prettier, they were never funnier, and their sound was never so exciting, as on this glorious summer day in France:

But I guess they couldn't go on being like that forever. That was a particular point in time, at a very early stage in their fame. A time of innocence. They've moved on, and we fans had better move with them, instead of pining for what was.

Anyway, the good news for us Frenchies: Wet Leg are coming to France not once, but THRICE this year!!! I’ve got the tickets to their Caen and Lyon concerts, and I am counting the days….

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Wet Leg Mania-3: The Wet Party

This is the third and final part of the series of posts on Wet Leg, the band that is about to take over the world. Check out the first two parts: She Loathes You Yeah,Yeah, Yeah and The Wet Boyfriend.

Other than bad boyfriends, another major concern of Wet Leg seems to be bad parties. Now, having come of age in the disco era, I am no stranger to party songs. But where the average disco artist looked on the party as A GOOD THING ™, Rhian and Hester have the average millennial’s ho-hum attitude to parties and having a good time. In other words, NOT A GOOD THING ™. This is not surprising. We grew up in innocent, optimistic times when everything seemed possible if you pulled your socks up, spat on your hands, and got down to it. Now, with plastic seas and methane skies and AI Armageddon staring us in the face, it is difficult to imagine any of this turning out well, no matter how much we spit on the hand or how high we pull up the socks. In times like these, boogying the night away does not seem appropriate.

In the Wet Leg songs, the party seems to be a metaphor for life. The word “party” is strictly used in just a handful of songs. The rest of what I am calling the party songs are really about what a bad idea life in general is, and wouldn’t we all be much better off if we jumped off the nearest cliff.

Of course, in the usual Wet Leg fashion, the point is made with a good deal of humor and loads of peppy music. If you could shut your ears to the lyrics; if for example, Rhian sang these songs in a hoarse, unintelligible growl like Kurt Cobain, they could almost pass off danceable party numbers. But with Rhian’s clear, crystal annunciation, the lyrics are hard to ignore, as is their message.

On with the song analysis.

Angelica

I’ve said this before. This is my favorite Wet Leg song. It has everything: great concept, great jokes, great writing, super tunes (not one, but four) … and a gloomy message that makes you want to get into bed, cover your head with a blanket, and never come out. What more could one possibly want?

Rhian said in an interview that Angelica is a dear friend of hers, the one whom she used to stay over with when she was gigging solo in London (or was it Bristol? Sorry, can’t locate the interview to verify.). The song is about Angelica gatecrashing into a lousy party that bores her to tears (based on a true anecdote, one presumes), and then proceeding to solve matters by popping off everyone at the party with a ray gun (not based on a true anecdote, one presumes).

Check out the full lyrics. Unlike most song lyrics, it’s actually a fun read. 

My favorite verse in the song:

I don't know what I'm even doing here

I was told that there would be free beer

But that is only because it speaks to me as a beer worshipper. The girls too have stated in interviews that they are huge beer fans. How could they possibly be more perfect?

The overall message is one of disillusionment, a fed-upness with superficiality and the have-a-good-time-if-it-chokes-you attitude. The song has four great tunes jostling for supremacy, following the ABCD-ABCD-A/D structure of the other Wet Leg songs that I discussed in the previous post. The nagging, insistent opening riff is the signature of the song. But the riff that draws the most attention is the ‘good times, all the times’ boom-boom-boom marching tune. It sounds like a detachment of Wehrmacht Stormtroopers goose-stepping off to have an evening of fun and games, their Oberstleutnants Befehl ringing in their ears: ‘You will haff a good time, ja?’ Rhian and Hester chant these words in unison with flat expressionless faces, while the bass and drums thunder in the background.

Oh No

This is a rare low-key song in the Wet Leg set. It doesn’t have any standout riffs, but it is based on a whimsical Roald Dahlesque concept: the protagonist gets so overwhelmed by the stream of messages on her mobile phone that she actually gets consumed by it.

I went home

All alone

I checked my phone

And now I'm inside it

There are plenty of other references to the mindlessness of the social media driven lifestyle and lots of neat lines.

Then there is this nice bit about a party, which is what made me lump the song into the party section.

If you're going to the party

I heard there's gonna be some arty

People talking 'bout themselves

Or whatever it is that you always talk about, ah

The nicest part of this song is actually the video. Rhian and Hester goof around in big, flapping shaggy bear costumes on a waterfront pier on the Isle of Wight. They are natural clowns. They can create visual humor out of virtually nothing. Do watch the video right up to the last frame. The ending credits are a scream. Like the Monty Python sketches, even the credits are droll.

Too Late Now

With this song, the girls push their four-in-one concept to the limit. It not only has four completely different tunes, with their own tempos, riffs, and vocal delivery, but even the contents are different. It is four sub-songs jostling for space in one song. It is the Wet Leg brand of audacity carried to an extreme. They do it, because they know they can get away with it. If you wish to intellectualize about it, you can think of it as a songwriter’s steam-of-consciousness. The protagonist is trying to write a song, but her thoughts keep skipping from idea to idea.

It starts off as a melancholy lament about lost love. Abruptly, the songwriter decides this is not at all what she wants to write about. She starts having bleak thoughts about her unsatisfying life and decides to sound off about the way the social media is manipulating her head. Then she drops back into melancholy and has thoughts of ending it all with her lover by driving her car into the sea. Only, in the usual Wet Leg fashion, this suicide note is sung to a cheerful, swaying, bouncing tune that stands in stark contrast to the bleakness of the words.

This song has some rather saucy lines, some of them being my favorite Wet Leg lines.

I don't need no dating app

To tell me if I look like crap

To tell me if I'm thin or fat

To tell me should I shave my rat

And

I'm gonna drive my car into the sea

I'm gonna drive downtown while looking pretty ordinary

The below line is pretty funny too, but they have used variations of it in a couple of other songs, so it detracts from the punch.

 I just need a bubble bath

To set me on a higher path

On the other hand, the reuse of conceits like the above between songs just might be intentional. It creates recurrent motifs that bind all the songs on the album into a whole.

Check out the official video. It's hugely funny too, including the credits at the end.

The Wet Concerts

That’s enough of the song analysis. I leave you to discover the other Wet Leg songs for yourselves. In any case, the way to get the full Wet Leg effect is not to view individual song videos, but to watch an entire concert from start to finish. Rhian and Hester’s goofy dances between songs, their chatting with the audience, the way the songs flow from one into the other… it is a delightful experience. And by the way, each concert is just that little bit different. I must have watched hundreds of their concerts without ever being bored or feeling that it was repetitive. Heck, I have watched some of their best concerts multiple times, discovering something new each time.

Actually, they say that the *real* Wet Leg experience is to see them live, in person. The YouTube videos don’t even begin to capture the electricity in the air at their concerts, report actual concert goers. I can well believe it. Unfortunately, I have not yet been able to experience it for myself. Wet Leg haven’t performed anywhere reasonably close to me in the past year and a half. Hopefully, I’ll be able to catch them live one of these days…

@Wet Leg: PLEEEEZE DO A CONCERT NEAR LYON….  PLEEEEZE PRETTY PLEEZEEEE…

Anyhow, until then, there are plenty of concerts on YouTube for people like you and me.

For your convenience, I have shortlisted their best concert videos on YouTube. Not necessarily their best performances, you understand, just the best ones in terms of video and sound quality.

The Rockpalast concert in Köln

This is undoubtedly their best concert on video, one of their tightest performances on record with excellent audio and camerawork. Actually, if you want to see the best concert of any of your favorite groups, check out if they have done a Rockpalast session. Those dudes at Rockpalast do some kind of magic. Not only is their video and audio recording technique exceptional, full of German high tech, but by some means they manage to get the artists to perform extra sharp on that day. Possibly the artists, on being confronted by all that German precision and efficiency, decide they had better up their game too.  This, despite the fact that the German audiences are probably the least demonstrative in the world. Or perhaps that has something to do with it. An audience making less racket makes for better audio recording, and the artists probably feel challenged to make that audience show some life.

If you want to see the BEST versions of all the songs I have featured in this and previous posts, check out this video. The only reason I did not link this video previously was that I wanted to give samples from a variety of concerts.

SD Version, with annotations

HD Version , without annotations

The 3voor12 Radio Session

This is an amazing live video. I have not heard another like it, for Wet Leg, or any other act. I wouldn’t recommend it to a Wet Leg newbie. Since it was for a radio session, there wasn’t a live audience, and Rhian and Hester don’t do any of their funny dances or uncork those blazing smiles or anything. They are rather wooden, actually. But the sound…. Oh me god! You can hear each instrument individually. You can virtually hear the strings on the bass guitar being plucked. You can hear the drumstick scraping on the high hat. You can make out exactly how each Wet Leg song is layered and arranged. Zero compression, zero post-processing (OK, probably not strictly true, but you know what I mean). You have to listen to the video with high quality headphones, preferably on a high def smart TV though, to get all this stuff I am talking about. Otherwise you'll think I'm talking through my high hat. It's a total waste to see this video on the computer or worse, a smartphone.

THIS is the video to watch if you want to see what drummer Henry Holmes brings to the table. His contribution is mostly lost in the general din of the other concert videos, but here you can see him driving the band with a steady beat. The way he copes with multiple, quicksilver changes in rhythm and tempo in the complex four-part structure of the Wet Leg songs. The way he puts in clever little fills that accentuate and stress the lyrics at just the right moments, without overwhelming them. I keep comparing Wet Leg to the young Beatles, and Henry is very much a drummer in the Ringo Starr mold: clever but not flashy, rock solid but not a technical showman, dedicated to making the overall song as good as it possibly can be. In short: egoless drumming.

The Route Du Rock Concert at Malo

The highlight of this video is Rhian attempting to do her usual banter with the audience in French. The band is clearly having a great time and it shows. Not one of their sharpest concerts. Unlike the Rockpalast concert, for example, they goof up multiple times, but they laugh, and they carry on. But that is exactly what makes this concert so good. This is the essence of Wet Leg….

Isle of Wight Festival 2022

 Possibly the cutest Wet Leg concert on YouTube. Here they perform before a home audience, the first time after their worldwide breakthrough. Rhian's mom is in the audience, and the guy taking the video is standing right next to her, and keeps showing how she reacts to the songs. Rhian and Hester look sheepish, with all their families watching them. Rhian keeps giving funny messages to her mom. She looks downright embarrassed singing Piece of Shit with all the foul language, knowing her mom is watching. Is Mike somewhere in the audience too? Now that's a thought.

Live on KEXP

 A delightful concert, which includes a delightful and insightful interview. The circuit breaker blows up in the middle of the concert, which adds to the fun. The girls are in great form. The only downside is that they seem to have been instructed by KEXP to bleep over all the rude words to avoid offending the radio audience. Sad.

Wet Leg Mania-2: The Wet Boyfriend

This is a continuation of my blog post about the phenomenal new rock band, Wet Leg. Check out Wet Leg Mania: She Loathes You Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Last time, I analyzed their song Wet Dream. Today I take up four more: Ur Mom, Supermarket, Being in Love, Piece of Shit.

Like Wet Dream, all these songs seem to be about Mike. If you remember, Mike was what we decided to call the mysterious no-hoper ex-boyfriend of Rhian to whom many of the Wet Leg songs seem to be addressed. Rhian has never actually named him in public, to my knowledge. Possibly out of decency, but more likely to avoid a libel suit.

By the way, before I start the song analysis, I just had this curious thought: Mike must be the most loathsome boyfriend in the annals of rock. That actually makes me happy. I have had a wife, an ex-wife, and four ex-girlfriends describe to me in great detail my various shortcomings as a lover. It is a relief to know that there is someone out there who is probably worse than I am.

I also had this other thought: If I am right and Wet Leg prove to be the 21^st century’s answer to The Beatles, which was the thesis I put forward in the previous blog post, Mike would be the 21^st century's male equivalent of Pattie Boyd. Pattie Boyd, wife of George Harrison and Eric Clapton and lover to Ronnie Wood of The Rolling Stones, inspired an estimated twelve songs from these three artists, of which three are called the greatest love songs of the 20^th century: Something, Layla and Wonderful Tonight. She is thought to be the foremost muse in music.

Of course, in Mike’s case he would be the muse for the greatest hate songs of the 21^st century, but there you have it: that’s how it goes with us men. We’re used to it.

There is the minor possibility, although I kind of doubt it, that the Wet Leg songs are about a whole series of loathsome boyfriends.

This raises three possibilities:

1. Rhian is one picky gal.
2. The boys on the Isle of Wight seriously need to pull their socks up and get on with it.
3. Rhian is not your go-to person for boyfriend selection.

OK, now on with the analysis…

Ur Mom Song Analysis

(The song starts at 2:10, but the blather at the start is ultra cute, as always, and is a part of the Wet Leg experience)

This song is directly addressed to Mike, basically telling him what a good-for-nothing damp noodle he is. It eviscerates him. Starting right from the first verse, with a nice rhyme of ‘become’ and ‘mum’:

When I think about what you've become

I feel sorry for your mum

Ouch. That hurts. Not sorry for you, but for your mum, which makes it all the more cutting. I feel sorry for Mike. If it weren’t for the fact that the music is so good, and there are so many outstanding lines, this song might have been too painful for most guys to listen to. One tends to empathize. I have had similar things told to me by the then love interest at various points in time. Only without the music and the rhyming couplets.

And the knife keeps turning in the wound…

And when the radio plays and the static stays,

Yeah, I know it's time to go.

Nice. A clever line. I would have nodded appreciatively despite myself, had a former girlfriend told that to me.

And then some rather simple lines…

I get up, to go now

I give up, on you now

But this is where the music begins to get interesting. There is a sudden change in tempo, and a nice little riff from Hester that adds a punch. In live shows, Rhian makes some rather dramatic hand gestures at this point which would look corny on any other performer, but she can carry off anything. It adds a sense of drama to the song. The second time Rhian goes ‘I give up-up-up-up-up’. Again, this would be plain corny on any other performer, but Rhian makes it funny and cute.

Yeah, I loved you, that was crazy

'Cause you just don't motivate me

And then a couple of rather ordinary lines, but the rhythm section breaks out into a rocking groove at this point, making it the one solid base of a song that shifts constantly. The use of the word ‘motivate’ is rather innovative though. Using a bland bit of corporate speak here rather than a more colorful word has the unexpected effect of making the line more dismissive and cutting.

At one point, there is just the groove going on with Rhian and Hester going Pom-Pom-Pom… Pom-Pom-Pom, with a kind of hollow, distant echo in the background. It sound like a gay marching tune fading into the distance. A mental picture is created of Rhian walking away from poor, broken-down Mike with swaying hips and a skip in her steps, relieved to have finally broken away from the no-good chump. But has she? Would she have written ten songs about Mike if she had?

And when you're getting blazed, spooning mayonnaise

Yeah, I know it's time to go

Then the enigmatic line. Was Mike in the habit of eating mayonnaise right out of the bottle (ugh!) with a big spoon? The song video (see below) seems to suggest it. That alone would have justified Rhian leaving him. Or is it a reference to that bit of urban slang ‘Mayonnaise spooning’?  Check it out in the online urban slang dictionary if you don’t know what it means. Knowing the pleasure Rhian and Hester take in hiding dirty double-entendres within their songs, I suspect the latter.

And then, of course, the big line of the song…

You're always so full of it

Yeah, why don't you just suck my dick?

A male punk-rocker singing that would merely sound nasty, but on a girl it’s simply hilarious, especially the way Rhian spits it out in live concerts with swagger and elan. Of late, in some concerts, they have started changing it to ‘why don’t you just suck my clit’, but that just isn’t as funny. @Rhian: go back to dick, please.

Then there is the primal scream therapy. Rhian just stops the song midway and invites the audience to scream as loudly as possible, which they invariably do. Not unless they are doing a concert in Germany. The Teutons simply look down their noses suspiciously and mutter ‘Was ist denn das?’  Take a look at the video of their Rockpalast concert in Köln, if you don’t believe me.

Most commentators call this the fun element of Wet Leg. They do it because they can, and they know they will get away with it. Possibly there is an element of cheekiness here, but to me it fits in perfectly with the song, like the pom-pom-pom march. It is as if she is doing a primal scream to get that noodle-head out of her hair. But has it worked? After several hundred primal screams distributed over several hundred concerts over a year and a half, I have my doubts. We will have to see if Mike still features in the second Wet Leg album.

And then BOOM. Right after the scream, they dive right back into the heavy Pom-pom-pom groove as if had never gone away, until the music stops abruptly again, and the song ends for good this time.

Quiz: what is the Ur Mom tune? Please hum it.

Can’t? Give up?

That is because there isn’t one. To be precise, there isn’t ONE. There are SEVERAL. That is the essence of the Wet Leg style. Where most bands are happy to discover one good tune, one good groove, or one good hook, and flog it to death in a song, Wet Leg pile on tunes and hooks and grooves into a song with gay abandon, as if daddy has a groove mine in the backyard. Where most pop songs follow the ABAB or AABBAA verse-chorus song structure, Wet Leg have this unusual ABCD-ABCD-A/D song structure. Each verse has its own tune, its own grove, its own tempo and one or more hooks. It shouldn’t work, but it does. It creates a swaying, constantly moving, shape shifting effect, where you can’t pin them down on anything. No sooner than the audience adjusts to one groove, they move on to another. That is why you don’t find audiences dancing at Wet Leg concerts. They do these curious ape-like lurches. That is the only way to dance to Wet Leg songs.

As a one-time songwriter, I find this unbelievable. It is so difficult to find one good tune or one good groove, that most songwriters guard them jealously and use them judiciously. I can only put it down to the fact that they are so young and are so bursting with creative ideas that they can afford to splurge. I am curious to know if they can carry on like this into their second and third albums.

As for hooks, that is easier to understand. Rhian has this remarkable ability to pull hooks out of thin air, simply by the way she modulates her voice. In a way, for her, hooks come cheap. Recall the pom-pom-pom or the up-up-up-up and the countless other vocal artifacts in this song and others. Any one of them is good enough to latch the song into the listener’s head, which is what hooks are all about.

Here is the official video of the song. It is a nice little mini movie with a story and everything. Unlike the other videos, this one appears to have been made by an external production house. But you can see the Wet Leg humor on full display, so they clearly had a lot to do with it. Mike is represented here as a lost, Harry Potterish figure, more to be pitied than censured. You can see Mike spooning mayonnaise somewhere in the middle of the video at 2:50.

Supermarket Song Analysis

With Supermarket we are back to the comic short story format of most Wet Leg songs. Where Ur Mom did not have much of a story, being one long painful tongue lashing delivered by Rhian to Mike, here we have a proper Mike story. It can also be seen as a commentary on our love-hate relationship with supermarkets and on the consumerist culture in general.

Rhian apparently got the idea for this song after the COVID lockdown, when the simple act of being able to visit your local supermarket became thrilling. This song is based is based on the whimsical premise that Rhian takes Mike along to the supermarket and they become so giddy at the experience that they actually get high. So high, in fact, that they get thrown out of the supermarket by the security.

In this high state, Rhian is wondering dreamily what to do, and she decides to take Mike to see her parents.

I want to take you back to meet my parents

I wanna tell them 'bout that job that you do

And I think you'll like it when you meet my parents

And I think there is a good chance of them liking you

Seemingly ordinary lines, but nice rhymes and a neat structure. What makes these lines funny is that they are clearly meant in irony. This is obvious from the gently mocking tone in which Rhian sings this verse. It is clear that Mike doesn’t have much of a job, and Rhian’s parents are probably not going to be thrilled to see him. Add to that the fact that they are both out of their minds on a supermarket high, one can only guess the upshot.

As I said, a nice bit of humorous slice-of-life storytelling which leaves a lot to the imagination. Sadly, no music video for this song. It would have made for a very funny video with the usual Wet Leg touches.

Being in Love Song Analysis

This is the best-sounding version of Being in Love on YouTube, but it is a bowdlerized version: Rhian bleeps over all the rude words as this show was for a US radio show. The below version sounds a bit muddy, but it has all the rude words intact.  

This has to be the most original love song ever in the annals of pop. It doesn’t talk about loving someone, or feeling blue after a break up or any of that crap. Rather, it is a cynical look at the *process* of falling in love…

I feel like someone has

Punched me in the guts

But I kinda like it

'Cause it feels like being in love

The closest song I can think of is the 1991 Eurhythmics song Love is a Stranger, that was about the dangers of loving someone obsessively. But that was a rather dark and over-the-top song, nothing like this one.

As someone who had once fallen in love, got dumped, spent years in a black funk, and then woken up one day, several years later, wondering bemusedly what the whole fuss had been about, this song speaks to me. But I came to this enlightened state rather late in life. I’m rather surprised Rhian has arrived here at such a young age. On the other hand, millennials seem to live life in fast forward, unlike us innocent boomers. And I had been rather slow in matters of the heart compared even to my peers.

Another nice verse in the song…

I tried to meditate

But I just medicate

Pour me another drink

Don't wanna have to think

The best part of the song for me is where Rhian yodels ‘being in luh-uh-uh-uh-ove, luh-uh-uh-uh-ove’ in a sarcastic tone, making clear what she thinks of love.

This song isn’t strictly about Mike, but one presumes Rhian got to this enlightened state as a corollary to her break up with Mike, so I have bunched it with the Mike songs.

Piece of Shit Song Analysis

This version of Piece of Shit is convenient in that it shows all the lyrics. The below one is a better performance, though:

 

I love this song. In purely lyrical terms, it is my favorite Wet Leg song, although musically I prefer Angelica. As I had proposed earlier, many of the Wet Leg songs should be seen as short stories, and this is a proper short story, albeit shortish. Like a well written short-short, through the form of a dialog, it reveals more and more about the two main protagonists (Rhian and Mike, one presumes) and their back stories, like peeling back the layers of an onion, and it ends with a sting in the tail, which all good short story writers aim for. It is a thin slice of life that leaves it to you to reconstruct what came before and imagine what might follow.

It uses a lot of strong language, but it sounds perfectly natural in the context. This is how people converse in private, when deeply moved. It isn’t like a punk group using foul language to shock.

I’ll leave you to discover the song for yourself, without blathering on about it. But I would like point out a couple of highlights. The first one…

You're like a piece of shit, you either sink or float

So you take her for a ride on your daddy's boat

And you are not in love, but it's close enough

You say you think about me when you're fucking her.

I love the rhyming and the mental association of shit sinking or floating with daddy’s boat. And the following verse is precise and cuts like a knife.

The second highlight of the song is of course the ‘sting in the tail’:

Yeah, technically, I know that I agreed

But it was unenthusiastically

The whole song is turned upside down in the last verse. It seems they had an agreement to some kind of an open relationship, but she is now regretting it, although she defends herself weakly by saying she had just gone along with it under pressure. It puts a different angle on the whole grouse that precedes it.

I swear, this is probably the only pop song ever that has words like ‘technically’ and ‘unenthusiastically’ in it. Even if there are others, I doubt these words have been used to more devastating effect.

I like to categorize this as a Mike song, as it neatly rounds off the Mike song cycle. In all the other songs, Rhian punches and pummels Mike, and lays out his inner hideousness for the world to see. But it is not at all clear what it is exactly that Mike is supposed to have done to incur Rhian’s wrath. This song seems to provide the reason.

On the other hand, in all the other songs, the picture created of Mike is that of a wishy-washy, no-good lay about. In this song, we are presented with a smooth-taking, two-timing twister. The two don’t jell. So there is the possibility that this song is about some other seedy boyfriend of Rhian’s. Or it might be a work of pure fiction. Only Rhian can tell.

I haven’t mentioned humor so far. This isn’t as obviously funny as the other songs when you listen to it. It sounds like a long, furious rant. But the humor is obvious when you read the lyrics (see the link above). This is one of those rare songs where the lyrics can be enjoyed independently of the music. It reads like the screenplay for Elaine's thread in a typical episode of Seinfeld. You can visualize the scenes that lead up to this, and the song itself passes for Elain's lines in the final confrontation scene between Elain and her horrible boyfriend-for-that-episode. 

Part III: The Wet Party

(Featuring My favorite Wet Leg song, Angelica)