Amidst a night of hazy scenes in their native Isle of Wight, Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers found themselves at the summit of a Ferris wheel.
They decided to start a band. The band is called Wet Leg.
Arming themselves with guitars, a penchant for French disco, effervescent imaginations and a shared love of the The Ronettes and Jane Birkin, through to Ty Segall and Bjork, they set about making some recordings of their own.
A concise view of how f***ed up the music industry is today: a pointlessly elaborate stage show, while the 'sound engineers' manage to make a GLORIOUS record sound like s***. Well done Brits...
I bet LeBron just assumes AOH is a fan, “He’s making daily videos about the GoAT LeBron” the king of flops says into the mirror as he practices different “crowning” mimes. Keep hammering king Garbage please AOH!
See weird for me I saw your very first gig now you have got a Grammy I re bet you playing in small pubs on the island your now playing around the world !!
Wow! I am sure the staid old men of the Morris ring would have something to say about this. Not only electric modern music but Morris performed by women! They will think the world was ending and Cecil Sharp would be revolving in his grave.