Salopecia’s first full-length album, Meanderthal, to be released on the Parisian label

Johnkôôl Records, is a wandering and schizophrenic jumble of grooves that consistently meld

the odd with the familiar.

Genres are lumped together like so many single-stemmed flowers; the balance achieved is fragile but holding.

While on late-night rambles, Salopecia breathes little songs into his telephone, something between mantras and shopping-lists, which he then samples and douses with syncopated rhythms and synthetic grit. One can hear the influence of 90’s Bay Area hip hop like E-40 or the

Hieroglyphics, some of the sweet abstraction of artists from the Anticon label, with a taste of the absurd pastiche of Ween, for example.

There’s something for everyone, so long as you don’t mind someone messing with your thing.

Salopecia first appeared in 2013, the latest embodiment of musical project by artist

Robin Jiro Margerin.

It was at a loud, short show in a tiny gallery space. It fit like a glove, and that was that.

Growing up in the Fillmore district of San Francisco, he went through pre-pubescent skate-punk garage bands, a teen angst dj scratch crew, a country-disco-drum-and-guitar duo and others;

he relished and fomented varying degrees of mediocrity.

At 19 years old he moved to Paris to study at the Beaux Arts. Switching from tacos to kebabs

and from drum kits to DAWs, solutions were found for a variety of situations.

Over his years in Paris he has developed a multi-disciplinary suite of projects ranging from

his personal visual arts practice, organizing collective exhibitions, running artist-run spaces, storytelling, amateur horticulture, relationship advice, not selling drugs and

electronic music.

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