Stuff I Like _ subsekt talk to DSNT

Oisín at DSNT very kindly asked subsekt to do a guest post on his blog. For better or worse, here is the result!


I first found DSNT during a random internet search and loved the way that they were combining graphic design and A little bit of this & a little bit of that with Techno.

I coincidentally got chatting to Oisín on Facebook when he was releasing their first EP from Mark Rogan (The one with all the FSG / Bas Mooy / Paul Mac & Jerome Hill remixes) and needless to say was impressed with his focus and future plans for DSNT.

SO… What is DSNT? They’re best described as being a multi-disciplined creative company. They do all sorts of stuff, such as Artist management, event management, a record label, graphic & motion design, filming & editing services, curating art exhibitions, creating visual arts, vjing and much MORE! Apart from all that.. They run a blog & podcast (which is well worth checking out).

Anyway – He asked for a guest post on his blog. I don’t know what he was expecting – but this is what he got haha.



Stuff I like.

1. Elektron Machinedrum

The original Maschine.

This thing is really cool. It’s a future techno drum machine with a sort of analogue meets fucked-up digital robot. There are lots of recordable parameters and you can easily create weird metallic grooves with it. The possibilities are endless on the sampler MK2 version, but even the standard version lets you go out on a tangent. Personally I like to record the audio into the computer and twist it up even further. It’s a raw machine.


2. Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum.

The drink of Kings.

Best results are achieved when mixed with ginger, which produces a liquid so refreshing and palatable that even a child could drink it; if it was lawful and socially acceptable to allow that of course. This drink is renowned for consistently reviving thirsts that are in mortal danger of fading fast. Unsurprisingly, there is a stroke warning if the majority of the bottle is drank in one sitting.


3. All-time favourite techno track?

Reducer – Inside Information EP.

All tracks are brilliant – but B1 jumped out as being something incredibly different from the loopier, percussive sound that I was hearing at the time. It’s a treasured record and it was only years later during a late night Discogs search that I realised it was by Inigo Kennedy. Of course it’s by Inigo Kennedy!


4. The best game (and music) ever.

The Last Ninja.

When I used to try and make electro, the melodies would always end up sounding Japanese. The music from this game is etched in my head and regularly whistle a fair bit of it – Haha.

I haven’t played the game since childhood – but it’s left a huge impression on me. In regards to the plot / graphics etc.. it was pretty simple compared to whatever you choose today, but the game itself was interesting. If you didn’t stand right on those logs, you were absolutely fucked. The music is epic and even more awesome as it was made on a C64. The track at 3.33 in particular is intense filth. It’s all so good that I’m wondering why I haven’t made a copy of this for the car yet. Regrettably I sold my C64 when I wanted to be a cooler teenager and finance a pair of Nike Air Jordan. It was not worth it.


5. The Internet / Technology / Computers & The General Evolution of Modern Man.

In all honesty, where would we be without it – or computers for that matter? How did anyone get anything done efficiently?  How did people find people who were into the exact same thing as them?

Imagine being back in the fucking 90’s! Wearing checked shirts and trying to sort stuff out by letter?!

Overnight, pen pals become unresponsive. Some people run away to the capital and never return. Everyone gets scared. After 22 years of the 90’s, we emerge from the Lynx haze and form a queue down at the phone box; randomly choosing numbers from a book the size & weight of 2 laptops glued together. We long to meet people who are just like us so we can find out more about the things that we love. It’s a bit of a longshot, but we just have to hope for the best. No-one considers the great stuff that we know nothing about – yet. A man in a dicky bow plots a line on a graph and identifies a correlation between mass confusion, personal isolation, ignorance and the growth of pubic hair. What is a laptop? Erm..

Back in the freezing cold and armed with a brand new call card, everyone hopes that the registered owner of the next landline allows us a conversation with the potential soul mates that exist in their residence. The TV channels start to close and the depressing “Night-Time” music on ITV grinds in an imperfect loop.  Suddenly, the pathetic magnitude of the task becomes overwhelming.

Word spreads quickly that phone books contain ONE. FUCKING. AREA. CODE. PER. BOOK.

Mammy’s furniture absorbs the frustration and vanishes into a million pieces.

How are ya gonna tie that rope to the rafters now?

People start to look for other things to stand on and suddenly the phone books become useful again. Whoop!!

The natural way of meeting, greeting & developing relationships is undoubtedly preferred, but it’s beyond incredible  how social media and online interest groups have allowed people to locate each other and prosper (Especially when geography is a barrier).

In terms of our site – it was born in a void and out of an idea that more people were cool than cunts.

We trust in technology! New ways of living are not anonymous if you choose to be involved.

It may be accessible – but we’re too clever to take it for granted. We’ve come a long way from putting messages into bottles y’know..




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Music production and history are my biggest passions in life. Though people often say that Techno is faceless and should be about the music blah, blah, blah.. I believe in the need to document the people and stories behind it. Techno is a very small world in reality and I think it needs a proper resource. I hope that everyone who is interested in Techno finds this blog accessible in terms of the way that it is written. I personally prefer to hear the artists voice as loud as the music and never enjoy synopsised and pasteurised versions of old conversation; the sort that's peppered with the occasional quote here and there.

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