Wet Leg @ SWG3, Glasgow, 17 Nov

It’s already busy in the warehouse by the time support band Malady take to the stage. While this London four-piece are very good at reminding us who they are throughout their set, little else sticks with us beyond a mid-song attempt at encouraging a “here we fucking go!” chant, which isn't the only time we hear this tonight.

Wet Leg arrive on stage to the somewhat predictable pan flutes of Howard Shore’s Concerning Hobbits, leaning heavily into the twee country bumpkin image Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers have created for themselves. And tonight's crowd laps it up, energetically whistling, cheering, whooping, screaming, you name it. A papier-mâché crow sits atop one of their guitar amps as Teasdale, in a signature pointy-eared bonnet, launches into Being In Love, the opener from their self-titled debut.

All bar two songs (Loving You and Piece of Shit) from Wet Leg make an appearance in tonight’s setlist, so on paper it should be an absolute thrill ride. It’s a shame, then, that an album so full of detail and intricate flourishes doesn’t fully land in a live setting; those exhilarating synth stabs that catch you off-guard in Being in Love are missing, as are a lot of that song’s infectious and ultra-catchy choruses, with the crowd not seemingly keen to pick up the slack, while later the eye-rolling 'Oh my God' of Angelica is nowhere to be seen.

After a run of Being In Love, Wet Dream, Convincing (featuring disappointing low in the mix vocals from Chambers) and Supermarket, the awkward 'hello, how are yous' to each other onstage feel forced as does the effort to acknowledge the existence of Irn-Bru. Following this, Teasdale gives a breathtaking vocal turn on the new, as yet unreleased ballad Obvious which, while stunning us into an awed silence, sadly doesn’t have the same effect on many others around us. The same issue can be found elsewhere around the middle of the set, with new songs sadly feeling like filler. It’s a pity, as tonight’s show should be a victory lap following what's been an incredible year for Wet Leg, but sadly this padding out of the set, coupled with a few hit-and-miss moments, adds up to feeling more like a band still trying to figure stuff out, rather than the promised 'good times, all the time'.

Fortunately, it’s not long before Teasdale is singing the bridge of Ur Mum: ‘Okay, I’ve been practising my longest and loudest scream’, and when the instruments drop out, 1000+ people screaming back at the stage is a rush. Too Late and Angelica follow, with the set closing on one of the biggest songs of recent times, Chaise Longue, starting over rhythmic claps and the third of tonight's "here we fucking go" moments. So after a dip in energy, at least we leave on a high, although people seem more into singing along with the music that rings out around the venue as we leave, rather than reflecting on the show; George Michael's Careless Whisper, in case you were wondering.