Wet Leg – Live Review – The Foundry, Sheffield

By Joe Bartlett, July 2025

There’s something deliciously surreal about watching a band who’ve conquered stadiums and scooped up Grammys return to a venue where you can practically smell the warm beer on the speakers. Last night, Wet Leg brought their signature blend of sass, surrealism, and sonic brilliance to The Foundry in Sheffield, and it was nothing short of a triumph.

The gig was billed as part of an album launch tour of their new album Moisturiser, and from the moment they launched into ‘Catch These Fists’, it was clear we were in for a night of punchy riffs and lyrical mischief. The crowd was instantly hooked – arms flailing, feet stomping, and voices raised in chaotic harmony.

‘Liquidize’ followed and the crowd swooned as Rhian sang, “How did I get so lucky?” all realising that they may never see the band in such an intimate setting again.

I am often filled with dread when attending an album launch for fear of a new self-indulgent direction in which a band play nothing recognisable. Not tonight as the band launched in to their first album stomper ‘Oh No’ delivered with the kind of tight, confident energy that only comes from a band at the top of their game.

“Confident delivery”

‘Too Late Now’ offered a moment of dreamy introspection, its woozy textures wrapping around the room like a sonic blanket. Then came ‘UR Mum’. The crowd waited in anticipation to let out the THAT scream at the end. It was cathartic, chaotic, and connected everyone in this this 1000 capacity room. Wet Leg know how to turn a breakdown into a breakthrough, and tonight they did it with gusto.

‘Jennifer’s Body’ returned to the new album and then ‘Being in Love’ demonstrated the band’s chemistry, their joy infectious. When I first saw Wet Leg, both Rhian and Hester seemed so shy it belied the fact that they had released 2023’s biggest, filthiest indie bangers seemingly out of nowhere. Not so now, whilst Hester seems to have withdrawn further to the back of the stage this allows Rhian to show that she has developed into the perfect front woman.

‘Pillow Talk’ reminded me of Kim Deal or Sonic Youth with its sultry groove and confident delivery. Latest single ‘Davina McCall’ drew loud whoops with the crowd singing along to every word as Rhian displayed a sweeter side.

And when ‘Angelica’ kicked in, the room erupted. It’s a favourite, and they followed with ‘Chaise Longue’ the moment everyone had been waiting for. The crowd screamed every word – “Is your muffin buttered?” never sounded so glorious. It’s a song that’s transcended indie circles and become a cultural touchstone, and hearing it in such an intimate setting was a rare treat.

“Feels personal”

‘Mangetout’ implored the crowd to “get lost forever” and judging by the reaction it is set to become a live staple and once again demonstrating that Wet Leg are no one album wonder. They finished on ‘CPR’, Moisturzier’s opening track.

What made tonight truly special was the sense of full-circle celebration. The last time I saw Wet Leg was on the Other Stage at Glastonbury, basking in the sun and commanding a sea of thousands. They were brilliant then, but there’s something uniquely powerful about seeing them in a venue like The Foundry, where every lyric, every riff, every beat feels personal. It’s a testament to their integrity and love for their fans that they’d choose to play a venue of this size at this stage in their career.

And what a stage that is. Wet Leg’s rise has been nothing short of meteoric. From viral sensations to Mercury Prize nominees, they’ve gone on to win Best Alternative Music Album and Best Alternative Music Performance at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards, and scooped up Best New Artist and Best British Group at the 2023 Brit Awards. Supporting Harry Styles on his stadium tour was another feather in their hat, proving they can hold their own in front of tens of thousands while still keeping their weird, wonderful edge.

“Statement of intent”

There’s a confidence to Wet Leg now – a sense that they know exactly who they are and what they want to say. But they’ve lost none of the wit, weirdness, or warmth that made them so beloved in the first place. This show was a celebration of that identity, a love letter to the fans who’ve been there from the start, and a bold statement of intent for what’s to come.

As the final notes of ‘CPR’ faded and the band took their bows, the crowd roared with appreciation – not just for the music, but for the moment. In a world of ever-expanding arenas and algorithm-driven fame, Wet Leg reminded us that sometimes, the best gigs are the ones where you’re close enough to see the sweat, feel the bass in your chest, and shout every lyric like it’s your own.

Here’s to more nights like this. And here’s to Wet Leg – still weird, still wonderful, still buttering muffins and catching fists, and still one of the most exciting bands in the world.

All images: Joe Bartlett