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Wet Leg: Wet Leg [Domino, 2022]
Not only am I taken with this Isle of Wight indie-femme duo like the rest of the world, I think it's perverse not to be. Less simple and crystalline than initial appearances suggest, their pop sopranos do occasionally swallow syllables, garble lyrics, ask what that means, and sneak in the occasional absurdity. Nor does the crack all-male backup three-piece that renders Wet Leg in point of fact a conventionally structured rock quintet let their precision get in the way of big noise or the occasional bracing distortion. And waiting in the wings is Rhian Teasdale's "longest and loudest scream," as well as occasional patches of convincing Inspirational Verse, such as: "I used to want to love you like you wanted me to/Now I wanna hate you like I tell you I do." A