Harder, faster, relentless. Gabber kicks, acid licks, “looking angry but staying classy.” Techno, hardcore, trance, anal sex. At blisteringly high-tempos and from London’s underground to the world’s most influential clubs and festivals, the meteoric rise of SPFDJ has inspired debauchery and sweat-soaked hedonism on an international scale.

Resident at Herrensauna, founder of the label Intrepid Skin and currently programming a residency on NTS Radio, the sonic and social philosophies of SPFDJ take their cue from a fertile, no-fucks-given interpretation of techno evolution. 

A series of deeply-dug mixes for esteemed series including Resident Advisor, Crack and Dekmantel culminated in a 2022 contribution to Radio 1’s legendary Essential Mix, a bold statement that melted together the contemporary cutting-edge of hard techno with undeniable, sometimes obscure moments from her scene’s illustrious past (by the time you’ve hit Marc Acardipane’s ‘Doin’ Drugs’, you’re likely to have gotten the idea)

From an auspicious beginning among London’s gleefully irreverent ‘Universe of Tang’ collective, SPFDJ (born: Lina Jonnson) quickly demonstrated a skill at handling the most hard-hitting of records on the heaviest of systems, recontextualising, rediscovering and reintroducing some of the most forward-thinking artists with sublimely blended reverence.

Through her own Intrepid Skin imprint, SPFDJ has carefully selected a number of artists sharing her sonic disposition and playful sense of humor with the wider electronic community. Significant artists in the scene in their own right, Schacke, Nene H and VTSS have each contributed unruly transmissions to Jonson’s showcase, which has also highlighted the work of emerging producers such as Valerie Ace and Marcus L, themselves making an impact on their respective local scenes.

Tapped into the bloodstream of an international evolution in techno culture, SPFDJ has toured extensively and internationally, enrapturing the largest of festivals (Bangface, DGTL, Dekmantel, even darkening pure hearts at Tomorrowland…) while still ever willing to prove that even the dankest strobe-lit basement can be fertile ground for musical anarchy.