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Wet Leg Are At the Forefront of Cool

Wet Leg Are At the Forefront of Cool
Wet Leg Are At the Forefront of Cool

Right as tickets go live, Madi kicks a cup of coffee I foolishly placed on the floor across the room. This is a threat to her couch that I love very much. Iām a tad hungover and torn between giving up on seeing Wet Leg all together or multitasking my way through the online waiting room. Madi, aware how excited I was for this, tosses me her phone to double fist with the paper towels and lock in. WhenBy the time I gather my cool, it is too late. Dammitall.Ā
I send a hail mary DM to Market Hotel explaining that I am writing a feature on āthe moments that define New York in 2025 and Iād love to include Wet Leg at Market Hotel.ā I havenāt flexed or requested press accolades in many months and yelp in relief when I hear back 22 minutes later.
Thereās no hot new night or specific space that consistently drags me out on a weekday like Channel One and Cherry Bomb once did. I feel everyone is wary or too broke to present something new or original because it feels expensive or irresponsible to have fun when a huge chunk of the population is in a rut. On Mondays in ā25, I work hard, self isolate, and water my plants. But on this Monday, itās raining and I mean businessā or journalism.
Iām a Market Hotel virgin. A friend tells me that most New Yorkers lose their Market Hotel virginity while theyāre still underage. The venue is known for its window that strobes to nighttime commuters on the JMZ platformā a tired Tik Tok hook for people who say EDM instead of Electronic Music. I am excited to see the space for myself. Hopping off the train after two stops of band and venue lore, the forty three way intersection at Myrtle Broadway clangs and thrusts. Dunkinā Donuts. Checkers. Popeyes.
The sun is still out but the staff has that cute casualness found at a warehouse afters. A few people buzz out front looking for ticketsā eventually the line wraps around the building. I am pleasantly surprised with the space. It has almost a Bay Area downplayedness to it. As the opener starts, the acoustics stoke me up for the set to come.
The first Wet Leg single in 2 years is dropping tonight, Catch These Fists, and they open with it. It is a brazen tune that swaggers somewhere between MIA word play and Soulwax live. Rhian Teasdale, the lead singer, flexes on stage as the song chugs along with brute forceā theyāre so back. The fivesomeās picnic chic, downplayed midsommar, and cottage core outfits are old news. Teasdale, a seasoned stylist, is surely behind the new look: lots of white basics, Manson kids as depicted by Anne Imhoff, clearly influenced by Los Angeles at its nastiest.
Teasdale shines with her faded pink bleach cut, a Praying Holy Spirit bikini bottom over white gym shorts [as featured in the music video], and a tight wife beater. Fans, myself and Madi included, gawk. Recreating the āmoisturizerā artwork, Wet Leg co-founder Hester Chambers looks back towards the window and away from the crowd for much of the set. Henry Holmes, on drums, and Joshua Mobaraki, on guitar and synth, hit every note from the edge of the shadows. Ellis Durand, on bass, is engaged and feels important.Ā
The set roars on with the classics and new tunes that have the entire building bouncing as follows:
catch these fists
Oh No
Wet Dream
liquidize
Too Late Now
davina mccall
pillow talk
mangetout
Chaise Longue
Ur Mum
Angelica
CPR
I laugh, recalling Narduwarās least revealing interview to date in which he asks, āWhy should people care about Wet Leg?ā Teasdale cheekily replies, āYou donāt have to if you donāt want to.ā That energy is what makes the set so good. A few years back when the project, they didnāt care if they were good. Now they know they are good.
Iām late to take a next day recap live so it takes me a couple of weeks to gather my thoughts on what matters. I land on, in this moment of global chaos, our creative class and tastemakers should follow in Wet Legās footsteps: donāt conform and take pride in the fact that you are not for everyone. If something is for everyone right now, it is flawed [ie; bigots, racists, and sexists alike are at āthe raveā]. Wet Leg at the Market Hotel has come to represent a north star for me: I want to be there, the artist wants to be there, and so does everyone in attendance. Wet Leg are at the forefront of cool. Iām confident that soon, they will signal to the world that audiences are ready for fresh, original sounds and stories. If youāre in New York, look for these artists and these momentsā theyāre surely the moments that will define 2025.
