Long before the pandemic, live music was a tried-and-true foothold for young artists seeking exposure. Even in the age of Club Quarantine, electronic thus musicians seem at a special disadvantage, so linked is electro to dim, tight venues. But 25-year-old Park Hye Jin has had little trouble proving her cred in the U.S., having played just a handful of shows here shortly before lockdown.

Retracing her rise through Seoul’s underground illustrates that Park was always bound to get noticed: “I wanted to play music so badly that I went to the clubs [by] myself, and told them that if I could not play music, I would be a cleaner in the club,” she recalls. “Of course, I’d prepared a lot with mix sets. I realized I wouldn’t have a chance without [the support] of the community. So I didn’t give up. Finally, after going to the clubs every [week] and acquainting myself with the staff, I got a residency as the DJ every Thursday.” To any lingering doubt of her self- assurance, Park’s breakout track, the coolly laconic “I Don’t Care,” is a killshot: “That song was to all those who ignored or laughed at [me]. They’re just jealous, and that only stimulates me more.”