![Matins d'Ariège](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmUmz-ATO6-b4RirVFFIjfXniVeunUBebbof6q08JlOVP7sxCpGVYs-mP-L5DZDXAWQa2Pe-i_ZNCUl41cK75PvavBT8tj5hiMcJRNUZx2Vb5d1IWMRZsP_ALInEnycJGOCK1/s1600/Matins+d%2527Ari%25C3%25A8ge.jpg)
It begins with a juddering of a window being buffeted in the wind, and then we are sucked out into a squall, wind swirling about us. To lock out the gale we slam doors closed, slide bolts on their supports, and latch squeaky shutters. Thunderous impacts alternate with the howling gale in a procession of inside/outside, far/near, dissipation/intensification.
Literally and figuratively "Bourrasques" is an opening. It's a stunning way to commence Matins d'Ariège, a new release by Stéphane Marin. For two years Marin gathered sounds in the village of Fabas, embedded in the Pyrénnées Ariégeoises region of France, using mostly binaural and contact microphones.