Wet Leg’s latest album impresses despite annoyances

There are several things about Wet Leg that can be off-putting, aside from their questionable name. To begin with, their lyrical content is shallow and filled with millennial complaints and pretentiousness, with a mix of performative boasting and whining. Additionally, the band has commercialized their sexual identities by jumping on the bisexual trend just as it reaches its peak.

Rhian Teasdale’s frequent use of a sing-speak style and lack of a proper melody in their songs, particularly noticeable in their debut single “Chaise Longue,” can get tiresome quickly. The constant strumming of guitars and Teasdale’s youthful singing style, despite being 32, add to the list of grievances one might have against them.

However, despite these shortcomings, Wet Leg’s new album manages to hold its ground as a solid pop release. It adheres closely to the conventions of power-pop, with tracks like “Mangetout” delivering childish yet catchy hooks and the surprisingly heartfelt tribute to Davina McCall in “Davina McCall.” Songs like “Catch These Fists” incorporate crunchy power chords to break the monotony of the relentless guitar strumming, while “Don’t Speak” transitions from a Paul Westerberg-esque opening to a charming piece reminiscent of Heartland Rock, if the band members were older.

At times, they evoke similarities to the Cardigans, though falling short of matching their superior songwriting abilities. On the other hand, Wet Leg occasionally brings to mind a more clever version of Shampoo, albeit without a track as captivating as “Delicious.”

Despite any reservations, the album has its enjoyable moments. It is gratifying to witness the Isle of Wight regaining prominence on the rock music scene. In the end, despite the band’s shortcomings, this release was surprisingly enjoyable.

Grade: B+