Wet Leg are a relatively new band out of the Isle of Wight, and they've come blasting onto the scene with this single. It's such a gutsy, punchy piece of music: quirky but accessible - just a massively fun song to enjoy, preferably at full blast in your earphones while doing a mundane public task. A little slice of pop-punk nuttiness with a tinge of rebellion.
Their artist page on Domino mentions the band's penchant for French disco, and I can see that element shining through here, particularly in the almost-spoken vocal delivery and amusing, and really clever, lyrics (and that's apart from the title). But there's so much more that - the ridiculously catchy guitar riffs, the stripped back beats, and the sense of complete abandon. Just listen.
The chaise longue may seem like an odd topic for a song, but it sort of makes sense to me here. I didn't find myself sitting there listening and questioning it. I just enjoyed it, nodded and said - OK, that works.
Anyone who can write lines like "Is your muffin buttered? Would you like us to assign someone to butter your muffin?" is clearly a genius, and it's hard to see how we've survived this long without them.
Oh and by the video (see below) takes it to the next level. Appropriately there's not a chaise longue in sight, just the two band mates striding around in what look like 19th century dresses, eating an apple, that kind of thing. It's really too good.