Wellyn's first and only full length studio album, released in 2008:
Album of the Week: Beat
Australian Single of the Year (The White House): Beat
“Very easily my catch of the day”
Zan Rowe, JJJ
“It’s disturbing, dark and absolutely fucking glorious”
Simone Ubaldi, Beat Magazine
“Wellyn have delivered an album that has a creativity and beauty far beyond its age”
Lindsey Cuthbertson, Rave Magazine
“Everything on this disc is memorable and unconditionally striking...
a CD that should be in any thinking person’s record collection”
Stephen Davenport, dB Magazine
“Big, Shiny and Epic”
Natalie Salvo, 3D World
“A truly stellar debut....Aspiring bands out there,
take notice of the way that Wellyn have done things”
Lauren Harding-Heay, Halo-17
Tony McMahon, Inpress
“A classy and introspective debut... raw and moving”
David Butler, The Canberra Times
Wellyn inhabited the fringes of Melbourne’s live scene off and on between 2003 & 2009 years, and have been described as sounding like The Polyphonic Spree developed a smack habit, stole all of Elbow's gear and pawned it off to Midlake in order to go on a massive bender with Jimmy Clinkerfield. Many different musicians have passed through Wellyn's halls, & the debut album features a gigantic array of guest vocals from the likes of Dan Kelly, Ollie Brown (Art of Fighting), Andrew Coates (Black Cab), Danny Griffith (SubAudible Hum), Ned Collette, Chris Altmann (The Vandas), and Donovan Walker.
Recorded at Hothouse, St. Kilda, Melbourne
Engineered by Finn Keane
Produced by Finn Keane, Justin Rudge, Nedd Jones, & Daisy Keane
Mastered by Jack the Bear at Deluxe Mastering Melbourne
All songs written by Wellyn
Copyright 2007 /
Thanks to Finn Keane, Jack the Bear, and Craig Harnath for their generosity, expertise, and understanding throughout the entire making of this record.
Thanks to Peter Uhlenbruch, Peter Spark, Matthew Quinn, and thanks to Marika Bardin, Rowan Vince, Ben Alphey, Angela Louey, Brad Roberts, Jason Bunn, and Jay Morrissey for playing music with Wellyn and dedicating themselves to these songs.
Thanks to Emma Koster, Philip Dempsey, Santana Sandow, Rachel Morrissey, Steph Tout, Rachael Marciniak, Sonya Van Breda, Kellie Fernando, Barry Dickens, Kiloran Hiscock, and Scottie Cameron for donating their time, skills and beautiful art to Wellyn.
Thanks to Ross Jones, Caroline Parkinson, Ray Triggs, Dave Humphries, Andrew Sciberas, Souvanne Top, and Adrian Smith for attending so many Wellyn shows; looking out into the (sometimes very small) crowds over the years and seeing their faces would surely warm the cockles of any heart.
Thanks to Nicola Gunn, Raymond Lalotoa, Paul Madden, Liam and Summer and Jay Jones, Chris Read, Jacqueline Bates, Lester Jones, Natalie Edwards , Chris Pain, Steve Macpherson, Mary-Helen Sassman, and Danny Griffith for their unwavering love, advice, motivation, support and encouragement. It has meant so very much.
Don’t you ever worry it’s not gonna be alright? I know that face from somewhere; you cover up your light. Don’t you ever worry it’s not gonna be that way? I know you’re in a hurry to cover up your shame. I heard you blew your chances, when it slips you let it go and I know that when you wake up that no where you’ll find that it’s easy for you. Don’t you even care?
Track Name: Wear and Tear
Sometimes it slips by, maybe not your whole life but too much of it. Are you gonna be with your name up in lights at the top of your game? I’m feeling lonely in the blacked out cocoon that I call my room. When you have your day in the sun can I please come? Sometimes it’s too big to get your teeth around and it’s hard to stand up when you’re looking down. I pace around but fixed is my stare on wear and tear. The shadows long for brightness, to see the sunlight ..well not this time. Sometimes it’s too big to get your teeth around and it’s hard to stand up when you’re looking down, sometimes it’s too much for me to bare - put me back together; wear and tear
Track Name: Still
Alone with the light of a cold dark dead night you can see yourself. A lonely reflection the loss of protection there’s no one else, nothing can help you to get to the place where it all began, you’re chained to the idea that you lost your mind here and so you ran. Just stay right there and I’ll come and find you now, stay right where you are and it’ll be alright. The behavior of people, the ways that they treat you can still your breath, resting in shades of a cold winters’ day but still time won’t rest, everything slows down so I quickly look round but still miss you, the gap’s disappearing but still you’ll keep moving around until you’re lost this time for good and we’d love you back we really would, at home is right where you were, where everything works out fine. Your things just need some time.
Track Name: The White House
I had a dream that burst at its seam, knew where to go but never got close, I am a part of this, but there’s some things I think I miss. They come for you but now you’re bullet proof, you shut your eyes and your dreams will find you in your white house, you feel so comfy, look at your walls you’re made of money but can your shoes walk without you, patent style won’t disaffect you, I am a part of this, there’s some things I think I miss.
Track Name: Alcoholic Tea
You can go out hiding and listening to your daydreams by the clear water that you always talk to cos it has listened for a thousand years and cried so many sympathetic tears with you, in support of you. I dream of beautiful children and old people’s homes and everything in between and the life I have known, I’ve died a thousand deaths this year from the worry and the heartache of knowing it will all break down and I won’t be around anymore. People always say that sober clearer is the day so I have another drink and about this deeply think and now I’m not so sure that I’ve made the right call cos it never ceases to erase the creases in me. It’s a screwed up way to be (my alcoholic tea).
Track Name: The Fool
Holding closely back the front a sign that you have had enough. You weren’t the first to play the fool, wacked up again you’re acting so cool. Close the curtains, turn off the lights, don’t make no sudden moves tonight. It comes with darkness and stays until daybreak, watching over your sleeping habits; you know that it’s there with its permanent stare it’s the last thing that you think about before you close your eyes. Don’t you even batter an eye lid or you will always regret what you did. If you wake up and feel a strong presence in your bedroom at the foot of your bed - I don’t know about you, but it scares the shit out of me cos it knows that you can’t move at all because you are the fool.
Track Name: Alien Impregnation
Peaceful patients dressed in white gowns, vacant waiting rooms, somber sounds scrape up your hallways straight into your room, they’re creeping by so slowly that you don’t hear them weep without the need to know what’s going on. It’s over in just half an hour, no it won’t take long, all the plans that were laid in my ground have wrinkled up and gone. Sirens rage into the night sky, empty cannon fire, interceptors do their best but in the end retire.
Track Name: Giant Hearts Amongst Thieves
Before you break come back around the bend, before you take a vow of graceful silence that you have struck this time. In everyday there is a time with no space for you I know I crave (and so do you). I’m here to save you from the times you think you’ll fail. Giant hearts amongst thieves, thanks for the time it’s peaceful when I’m alone with you.
Track Name: The Numbers
Give it everything I got but it’s too hard to count all the yellow cars. What if I had the choices to, could I lose the only thing I knew? You can’t afford the numbers and it’s everything you own, you can’t afford to come here because you’d rather be alone. As if they would all come true, it’s too hard - what’s become of you. Take a great big backward step then work things out from the trail you have left. Do you ever feel it, how could you ever know, do you ever cry when you realize how alone you are?
Track Name: Aborted
Full blooded crutch you break my touch, emptiness came and read out our name and I stole your trust. Was tough enough. Dreams make me long for you and now I’m wrong. I haven’t forgotten you or things you could make me do and how much I think of you I still can’t say your name. Pride now concedes, clarity leaves, madness retrieved again I’m self deceived so help me up off the floor I can’t take myself anymore I should never have closed the door it’ll never be the same and I try not to think of you and how bad I treated you but no matter what I do I still can’t say your name. You’ll never hear me say "we’re better off anyway" and it’s so fucking hard today cos I can’t say your name.