For the last week, this fucking song by the British band Wet Leg has been carving through my brain matter like a worm. I’m compelled to inflict it upon others.

Also a live version from KEXP, that has great sound engineers.

Music that sounds like the stuff I grew up with in the late 1990s and early 2000s, Rhian Teasdale’s beautiful voice, and her trashy hotness, are a combination I haven’t been able to avoid recently.