Happening into one of P Diddy’s white parties dressed in black in Ibiza in 2012, tells you much about iona’s attitude to life (and forward-planning). A literal product of the underground, she worked in a subterranean bank vault counting money before joining the staff of London’s dearly departed Dance Tunnel to do much the same. Her debut gig as DJ Leisurewear down in the DT basement - a last minute warm up for a friend - lead some months later to a pivotal final performance in the Tunnel under her own name. A nervous and sweaty iona with a pocket full of acid house threw down at the club’s 2016 closing party, and with neither the sweat, bookings nor a love of comfy trousers stopping since then, she’s been turning up and playing tunes from Albania to Amsterdam. iona’s sound is the sum of her parts - jazzy bucket hats, a fear of moths and tequila quaaludes sonically manifest in mixes on Red Light Radio, NTS, Crack, Ransom Note, Rinse and more. Individually you might be able to steal a track here or there, but she blends them in a way that doesn’t conform to any algorithm. The biggest bangers might be the slowest and deepest. Peak-time breakbeat techno dissolves in and out of worldly rhythms with trippy fluidity and intensity. It’s the logic of dreams, making perfect sense when you’re floating inside of it, dissolving into something indescribable if you try to break it down.