The stark production, the mournful wail of the synths, and the jittery percussion create an astoundingly bleak soundscape. Frontwoman Frie Mechele’s gripping vocals, hover above the fog and casts a spell.
The Revue (CA)

Uncle Wellington is a union of voices, talents and stories coming together for music lovers to rejoice, to give the world pure magic and poetry to be heard and to connect with.
Wolf in a suit (VK)

Het zijn de intrigerende vocals en prominente percussie die meteen de aandacht grijpen. Onvoorspelbaar maar steeds sussend.
Indiestyle (BE)

After the first second, you will feel the words deep in your soul, like magic.
Keep Walking Music (SP)

The faster I waltz, the better I jive

Marco's shadow falls on the door
to the 7 lost cities of gold
finds a raven's head and rattlersnake's tail
dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's
unwanted here and his soul lingers for years

Amalia's face hides behind the mask
sweating on the tv factory line
that smile on her face is starting to crack
while welding back the pieces of shattered heart
that's scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peers
searches for her lost child along the river of tears

at the end of the working week
when drunken worlds meet
both sides keeping a close eye
for a break in the line here
on the crystal frontier

blood spills out on the streets
and bodies are missing for weeks
both sides keeping a close eye
watching the bullets fly here
on the crystal frontier

Ramón tightens up his leather belt
and slips through a hole in the fence
he can get you anything you want
might cost you a life, might cost you
the whole price of freedom here

Crystal Frontier

Crystal frontier

last week every ounce of me was on display to buy
the market, due to censorship, closed for every reasoned mind
once you pass the main street of the city’s filthy side

you see that I’m on top for once of the staircase you despise
retreat your troops, I hold back mine

heading straight for famished road
no damage control
you’re the fortune telling one

they know I am a spirit child who only lives a while
you see, the more we capture, the less we pretend we tried
I’ve been on the right side for a while, just to taste

how it feels to be on top for once, show you I can be nice
when the battlefield of lust has dried

The famished Road

The famished road

before you condemn foolery
I feed the clowns, forgot that laughter
makes a fool of me 
I guess I was just too excited
it’s up to me to choose
between the flavours that make me nauseous
it’s funny to be ruled
will you assist
to grasp the scheme
of my design
it’s nearly real

I don’t mind you leave a mark
that’s the one thing good people should do
it’s comforting that waves of sleep can wrinkle time

now you catch my drift
there are cracks in my crucial lining 
they creep up through the walls
enter my dreams and bend the fine things
enjoy my lust for life
the faster I waltz, the better I jive
they’re people I admire
there’s a part of you
that parts from me
all what remains
is in between

Waves

The code

we tracked a simple line
clear-sighted and much to kind
we searched beyond the light
we spoke every night

we pass them on as side-effects
of who we want to be
I singled out the weakest link
so no one noticed me

It’s a fact, I never doubted that
today, I found the truth
but it turned up no good

there is a room, in the dark
seems that our time has narrowed stark
I fear the reasons we ought to know
vanish somewhere somehow

The castle

UW is Frie Mechele, Jonas Bruyneel, Esther Coorevits, Sven Sabbe, Renaud Debruyne