Wet Leg’s 2025 stop at the Brooklyn Paramount wasn’t just another gig—it felt like a night where indie rock met catharsis, humor, and controlled chaos all in one. The Isle of Wight duo, Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers, have built a reputation for turning deadpan irony into emotional fireworks, and at this point in their career, they’re not just riding the wave of hype—they’ve fully mastered their identity. The Brooklyn Paramount crowd, a sold-out sea of twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings, and a healthy mix of jaded Gen Xers rediscovering joy, were ready for something real. Wet Leg delivered with a show that was equal parts disarmingly funny and emotionally electric.
The Opener: A Shot of Chaos and Energy
The night opened with “Catch These Fists”, a newer addition to their live arsenal that instantly set the tone—punky, playful, and just a bit unhinged. The band walked on to cheers that felt more like a reunion than a greeting. Rhian, wearing a silver sequined dress under an oversized denim jacket, grinned at Hester before the first notes hit. The bass thumped, the crowd started jumping, and from the very first chorus, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a night of detached cool—it was going to be sweat, laughter, and release.
From there, “Wet Dream” and “Oh No” came in like a one-two punch. “Wet Dream” remains their signature early single—sleazy, smart, and catchy as hell—and hearing it live was a reminder of how quickly it became an indie anthem. Teasdale leaned into the mic and sneered, “What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me?” while the audience shouted every line back. “Oh No,” with its manic energy and anxiety-soaked humor, was pure catharsis—everyone shouting “I checked my phone and now I’m inside it!” felt like a self-own and a celebration all at once.
Mid-Set: Deep Cuts and Dreamy Tension
One of the most satisfying parts of the night was how deep the band went into their catalog. “Supermarket” and “Liquidize” blended Wet Leg’s signature wit with sonic experimentation—both songs pulsed with a bit more distortion and drive live, showcasing just how tight their rhythm section has become. “Liquidize,” especially, was hypnotic, with Hester’s guitar drifting into shoegaze territory while Rhian’s vocals swam in reverb.
Then came “Jennifer’s Body,” one of the night’s standout moments. It’s a newer cut with cinematic drama and teeth, referencing both the cult film and the darker emotional undercurrents of desire and resentment that Wet Leg have always played with. The crowd hung on every word, and by the time the final chorus hit, the room felt charged and still.
“Being in Love” brought things back to a lighter emotional space, though the irony was still razor-sharp. Teasdale introduced it with a shrug: “This one’s about being in love. Kind of.” The song’s quick tempo and spiky guitars were perfectly balanced by the sweetness in their harmonies. “Pond Song” followed, shimmering and slower, giving the audience a moment to breathe and sway.
And then came “Ur Mum.” The scream. The moment everyone knew was coming. Teasdale teased the crowd, saying, “Let’s see how loud you can get.” The collective scream from the audience echoed through the ornate Paramount theater like a ghost trapped in a bell tower. It was unhinged, joyous, cathartic, and hilarious—the perfect encapsulation of Wet Leg’s appeal.
The Heart of the Show
The next stretch of the set proved how much Wet Leg has evolved. “Don’t Speak” and “Davina McCall” (a deep cut that’s quickly become a fan favorite) showcased their ability to balance humor and heartbreak in equal measure. “Don’t Speak,” in particular, was stripped down and vulnerable—Hester took the lead guitar into a more delicate space, and Rhian’s vocals carried a hint of sadness that cut through the snark.
“11:21” was a dark horse highlight. Its haunting tone and surreal lyrics gave the band room to explore dynamics more deeply than usual—starting quiet, swelling into thunder, and dropping back into silence. The crowd was mesmerized. It was one of those moments where you could feel everyone collectively holding their breath.
“Pillow Talk” brought things back to intimacy, with the band slowing things down just enough for the crowd to lean in again. The interplay between Hester and Rhian during this song was palpable—they traded smiles, guitar licks, and glances that hinted at years of shared jokes and creative chemistry.
“U and Me at Home” kept the mood grounded and bittersweet, a dreamy little number that sounded even better live than on record. Wet Leg have this ability to turn ordinary domestic moments into emotional snapshots—awkward, beautiful, and perfectly real.
By the time they reached “Too Late Now,” it was clear that the crowd was witnessing the band at full power. The song’s sprawling, noisy outro became a swirling storm of distortion and strobe lights, with Teasdale standing center stage, hair flying, completely in control. It was the kind of performance that reminded everyone how Wet Leg aren’t just clever—they’re musicians, serious ones, with a deep understanding of tone and timing.
The Finale: Chaos, Catharsis, and a Dance Party
“Angelica” was next, and it absolutely brought the house down. It’s one of those songs that feels made for live shows—big chorus, jangly guitars, and that perfect mix of joy and irritation that defines Wet Leg’s worldview. The crowd danced, shouted, and threw their hands up. When Rhian sang, “Angelica made an entrance,” it felt like the entire venue collectively winked back.
Then came “Chaise Longue.” Predictably, the room went absolutely feral. It’s their calling card, the anthem that launched a thousand TikToks and cemented their cool-kid status—but it still feels fresh. Live, it’s looser, faster, and funnier. Teasdale leaned into the repetition of “Is your muffin buttered?” with exaggerated bravado, and Hester’s grin said it all—they know exactly how absurd it is, and they revel in it. The audience screamed every lyric, turning the theater into a chaotic sing-along.
“Mangetout” followed, giving everyone a surprise burst of danceable groove before the encore. It was funky and sharp, with an almost Talking Heads-style rhythm that showed how much Wet Leg’s sound has expanded since their debut.
Finally, “CPR” closed the night. It was the perfect closer—raw, emotional, and subtly devastating. The tempo slowed, the lights dimmed to a deep blue, and Teasdale delivered her lines with a softness that contrasted beautifully with the rest of the night’s energy. When she sang, “You gave me CPR / Now I’m breathing again,” it landed like a sigh of relief. The applause after that final note felt endless.
The Crowd and the Energy
The Brooklyn Paramount itself added a special layer to the night. The venue’s art deco elegance contrasted beautifully with Wet Leg’s raw, tongue-in-cheek energy. The sound was immaculate—crisp vocals, warm bass, and just enough grit on the guitars to make every riff punch. The crowd was a mix of young indie fans, aging rockers, and queer couples dancing without inhibition. There was laughter during songs, random shouts of love between tracks, and even a few people in full “Wet Dream” inspired outfits, banana props included.
What stood out most was how communal it all felt. Wet Leg’s humor has always been self-aware, poking fun at modern life’s absurdities—but live, it becomes something else. It’s less about irony and more about freedom. The band doesn’t just mock emotion—they feel it. And the audience, fully in on the joke, gives it right back.
Setlist Recap
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Catch These Fists
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Wet Dream
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Oh No
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Supermarket
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Liquidize
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Jennifer’s Body
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Being in Love
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Pond Song
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Ur Mum
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Don’t Speak
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Davina McCall
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11:21
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Pillow Talk
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U and Me at Home
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Too Late Now
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Angelica
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Chaise Longue
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Mangetout
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CPR
Final Thoughts
By the end of the night, it was obvious Wet Leg have moved far beyond the “quirky debut act” label. They’ve grown into one of the most vital live bands in modern indie rock—a group that can make you laugh one moment and hit you with an emotional sucker punch the next. Their musicianship is sharp, their chemistry effortless, and their stage presence magnetic.
This Brooklyn Paramount show captured everything that makes Wet Leg special: humor without cruelty, sincerity without sentimentality, and hooks for days. Their sound—equal parts post-punk snarl and dream-pop shimmer—felt fully realized.
Wet Leg have officially graduated from clever newcomers to essential voices in the indie landscape. If anyone left the Paramount unconvinced, it’s safe to say they probably weren’t listening.
Grade: A
The Videos
Catch These Fists [0:00]
Wet Dream [03:25]
Oh No [5:56]
Supermarket [9:06]
Liquidize [12:06]
Jennifer’s Body [14:45]
Being In Love [17:27]
Pond Song [20:17]
Ur Mum [24:12]
Don’t Speak [28:24]
Davina Mccall [32:55]
11:21 [36:55]
Pillow Talk [40:58]
U and Me At Home [44:03]
Too Late Now [48:23]
Angelica [52:47]
Chaise Longue [57:19]
Mangetout [1:01:22]
CPR [1:05:05]