Alright, buckle up. Arieles’ Chante Les Pyrénées isn’t just another folk album—it’s a punch-in-the-gut reminder of what music used to feel like before algorithms started shoving playlists down our throats. This French gem from Agorila is raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of soul that makes you wanna toss your phone out the window and actually listen.
Let’s cut to the chase: "La Chasse Aux Isard" hits hard. Like, really hard. It’s got this driving rhythm that feels like you’re running through the mountains yourself—heart pounding, legs burning, lungs screaming for mercy. The chorus? Damn near biblical. La Chorale Arieles doesn’t just sing; they roar. You can practically smell the pine trees and hear the crunch of snow underfoot. If this track doesn’t make you want to grab a walking stick and hike straight into the Pyrenees, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Then there’s "Montagnes Pyrénées," which sneaks up on you like a storm rolling in. At first, it’s all soft whispers and gentle strumming, lulling you into a false sense of security. But about halfway through, BAM—it explodes into this wild, untamed thing that grabs you by the throat and shakes you awake. Robert Bègue clearly knew what he was doing when he directed this beast because every layer feels intentional, like each note has its own story to tell. And J. Mortera? Dude didn’t just record and master this—he crafted it. The sound quality is so crisp it’s almost criminal.
Now, I gotta say something about the photography by A. Fournier. Yeah, yeah, it’s not the music, but damn if those visuals don’t match the vibe perfectly. Stark, rugged landscapes staring back at you like they’re daring you to survive. It’s the kind of art direction that makes you respect the whole package even more.
But here’s the kicker: listening to this album feels less like entertainment and more like an intervention. Like someone grabbed you by the shoulders, shook you, and yelled, “Wake up! Remember where you came from!” By the time the last note fades, you’re left sitting there wondering how something so old-school can feel so urgent. Maybe that’s the magic of Arieles Chante Les Pyrénées. Or maybe it’s just proof that some things—like mountains, traditions, and real music—will always outlast us.
Oh, and one last thing: if you don’t feel like moving after hearing this, you’re either lying or clinically dead. So… get on it.
