Two years later, they’re back in Vancouver in support of new album, Moisturizer, their heavier, sharper second record. Last time it was the Commodore; this time it’s Malkin Bowl, where the wildfire haze surrounding the city paired with the on-stage smoke machines gave the show a strange, apocalyptic glow.
They open with new single “catch these fists,” Rhian Teasdale striding out through stage smoke like she owns it. The set lurches between the sly hooks of “Wet Dream” and “Ur Mum”—which the crowd happily screams along to—into slower, weirder moments like “Supermarket” and “Jennifer’s Body”.

What stands out is how much more bite the new songs have. “pillow talk” and “pond song” hit harder live, with the band flexing a rawer side that cuts through the haze. And instead of dragging things out with an encore, they fire off “Chaise Longue” near the end, then torch the place with “mangetout” and “CPR”.
No gimmicks, no overkill. Just a reminder that Wet Leg aren’t a novelty—they’re a band with teeth, and they’re only sinking them in deeper.




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