If David Lynch had a club night to host, he'd probably be spinning discs like Aitis Band's latest release Screenplay. With a murmuring drone that creeps like fog through an abandoned conservatory and vocals delivered in the tone of someone who’s just been pulled from the mortuary slab; this track oozes a weird, nightmarish mood with gleeful abandon.
Melina Ausikaitis’ passive spoken word delivery is equal parts obituary and voicemail from beyond the veil. Her voice floats atop a rumbling backdrop making the recording feel like a horror monologue accompanied by an orchestra of possessed fridges, humming and spewing toxins.
Imagine channelling the words of Edgar Allan Poe via a séance, while the spirit of Angelo Badalamenti fiddles ominously, behind the curtain, with a bank of decaying synths. It’s unsettling and darkly conceived - a soundtrack for emotional poltergeists.
As for Aitis Band? They’re hanging in purgatory between “that’s what she said” and “what on earth did she mean?”—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The accompanying video is also wonderfully dysfunctional - enjoy!