An Isle of Wight duo takes us past ‘Chaise Longue’ to a wicked village we already live in.

Wet Leg is a band we didn’t know we desperately needed. A duo from the Isle of Wight, singers and guitarists Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers, grew so much hype around their cottagecore seeds planted last year that when the harvest of was about, there was doubt if they’d be able to live up to the expectations.

Wet Leg is a band that exists in a self-created fairy tale where two Cinderellas get drunk with evil sisters to curse their godmother with a ghosting tendency and manipulative prince/ss charming. Luckily, as every tale hosts at least one miracle, Wet Leg was no exception. Their debut album not only silenced any sceptics but scored well-beyond any expectations. It’s a modern indie classic.

The tale starts in a pretty bayou of fake faces, impossible female standards and overall dissatisfaction. From all of that, emerged the coolest cottagecore monster, ready to take over the bullshit. Storming the scene for the past year, the duo finally boiled down the buzz to a self-titled debut album. It’s overflowing with smart humour wrapped in cheeky lyrics and made for boogie beats. The opening track ‘Being in Love’ dives straight into the dark side of the feelings, comparing it to a chemical storm and trying to find shortcuts to the overwhelmed state, ‘I try to meditate/But I just medicate’. ‘Angelica’ is one of the hottest and most relatable pieces of the whole album, telling a story of someone ending up at a party that they weren’t too crazy about in the first place. Though, in the end, the promise of a good time keeps them there in a vicious circle. ‘Oh No’, born as a gap filler in a live set, comments on our annoying addiction to checking phones every single second. Ever been to a dinner with someone glued to the screen? Oh no. Wet Leg understands the frustration. The closing track, ‘Too Late Now’, instead of offering a happy ending laughs at our hopes and brings us back to the reality which is sometimes simply not so easy, as they sing ‘If it ain’t broke, don't try to fix/Well, life's supposed to be this shit/Everything is going wrong/I think I changed my mind again/I just need a bubble bath to set me on a higher path’. 

Rhian and Hester flip sadness on its head, giving us sassy goofiness planted on a tip of a middle finger pointed at anyone daring to say stop. Jokes aside, it’s one of the hottest records of the year. It’d be a lie if we said we’re not at least a little bit wet.