CKUT : yes, it is music.

Montreal based trio Aim Low came together as a self described happy accident and make some pretty dense wall of sound droning music  with effected guitars, bass, vocals and other objects. They've been making themselves nauseous by hanging around in the brown zone of frequency spectrum since boredom brought them together in late 2010.  they have self released an a few ep's and at the time there was talk about cassette releases on they live we sleep, and  walnut locust in the near future. 

While chatting in the studio after their set  that literally gave my lungs a good vibrational massage due to the intensity of the sound pressure levels emitted through their modest amplifiers, they talked about the process of improvisation in their approach  to creating and performing music. I can't remember if it was d.a or l.f that said it,  but what he did say was that it's like  "You know how to get home from one place, but we each take different routes to get there. There are established starting and ending points and structural conventions in place, but ultimately it's like - hey guys i'll meet you down the street in 12 minutes, some times you're early, sometimes you're late some times you just hang around there till you all meet up." I dunno - i really enjoyed this analogy to structured improvisation. 

Fleshtone Aura serves his spicy dinner with a tangle of source cassettes and electronics that deploy the deeply arousing aromas of both a series of poignant and extraordinairily well timed belches and farts (or the equivalent thereof) AND the grandest gestures of the sternest-most-serious-never-leaving-the-lab shut in tape music connoiseurs of days of yore...but, ah, those toots never act merely as a humorous apology, never slapping a stick just for slapstick, nor are those high brows ever talking down to us, they're just gifts, we're supposed to use them as catapults into the ??!!??!!.....a series of dynamics and moments (karate chop, massage, flower sniffing, paper airplane glides, broken table leg,  spoiled milk, et c) that sometimes explode atop or beside each other in matter of seconds, or sometimes linger on a sweet spot for us to suckle sugary nectars....... these juxtapositions described cease being juxtapositions when heard, all moments contribute to a fabulous, pink-pulsing-writhing whole, the superflousness is left in the waste basket, even the meanderers meander with great purpose, leaving nothing but a strobing (perhaps beaked) body builder (who never bathes or waxes: why lie?) flexing themselves into a vast meadow of previously unseen flowers in some public park somewhere.
- Words penned by the inimitable  Id M Theft Able

Check out Mr. Fleshtone Aura's Site where you can get your grubby hands on the physical fromat of the the 3 tapes he's endowed us to post of the FMA for your aural pleasure, there's also a lot of really great visual art on the site too.