Victoria Warehouse has always been one of my favourite venues. The exposed brick, the industrial charm, the rawness of it all – it’s the kind of place that brings out the best in a band. Or at least, it should.

When Wet Leg first burst onto the scene, they were electric, weird, witty, offbeat and completely unapologetic. Tracks like ‘Chaise Longue’ and ‘Wet Dream’ felt like a breath of fresh air: sarcastic, punchy, and brilliantly bizarre. But tonight, in a venue that should’ve amplified that energy, something felt off.

The setlist was solid on paper, opening with ‘Catch These Fists’, rolling through fan favourites like ‘Ur Mum’, ‘Wet Dream’, and closing with ‘Chaise Longue’ and ‘CPR’. But somewhere between the newer tracks (‘Pillow Talk’, ‘Davina McCall’, ‘Mangetout’) and the crowd’s lukewarm response, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Wet Leg have started blending into the very sound they once stood apart from.

That’s not to say it was bad. The band are still tight, and their songwriting is clearly evolving. But what once made them stand out, the oddball edge, the quirky humour, the chaotic energy, now feels slightly sanded down. There’s a polish to their new material that borders on the mainstream, and not necessarily in a way that suits them. It’s not lacking in quality, but it is lacking in the surprise factor that once defined them.

The crowd clearly felt it too. Beyond the occasional sway during the bigger hits, the atmosphere was flat. I saw more phones than dancing. By the time ‘Angelica’ rang out, at least half the crowd had already made a quiet exit. That’s telling.

It almost felt like watching a support act rather than a headline show. Not because Wet Leg aren’t talented, but because there was no spark. No chaos. No bite. Just a band who seem caught in transition, not quite sure whether to lean into their oddball origins or ride the wave of radio-friendly alt-pop.

Still, it’s worth remembering: Wet Leg are relatively new. They’ve exploded fast, and maybe this is them testing the waters, trying to find who they are beyond the viral hits. Look at Pale Waves for example, they shapeshifted from emo-pop to indie rock and owned it. Maybe Wet Leg just need time.

But as it stands, I left Victoria Warehouse disappointed. Not because the band are bad, far from it, but because I miss the Wet Leg that made me feel something completely new. Right now, they’re sounding more like everyone else.

And I really hope that’s not where they end up.