This one’s a manifesto. Vinyl static. Acid line arpeggios. Crisp hand-coded drums. It’s pure accomplice — programmed in Sonic Foundry Acid, with a 303 emulator squelching over breaks and vocal samples from Beat Street (1984) laying down the ethos: “I got my own style.”

This track doesn’t follow trends. It nods to b-boy culture, rave grit, and that sacred space where dancing isn’t just permitted — it’s protected. The aesthetic? Raw. Unapologetic. Custom-coded. A love letter to acid techno, break dancing, and individuality.

“If you’re going to arrest people for dancing, maybe you’re the one who needs some advice.”

Dancing, that I know.

Lost Dubs 001

Lost Dubs 001 - I Got My Own Style (2008)

A civic hymn forged from hands, heat, and heart. “Break of Worlds” rises from quiet verses into a thunderous, crowd-ready chorus—stomp board, floor toms, and claps locking with pump organ and low brass. The lyric follows a town through flood, witness, and rebuilding, trading abstraction for tools: nails, bread, salt, a drum. Call-and-response lines invite the room to sing itself whole; the hook returns like a vow, brighter each time. Built for arenas and street corners alike—simple vowels, wide harmony stacks, and a final lift that feels like doors opening. Press play, sing loud, leave stronger.

Break of Worlds

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

DJ/producer since 1997, Toronto-born accomplice is a proudly genre-fluid selector with deep roots in Montreal’s underground.

From early residencies with iDJ and Junglist Fridays at Blue Dog, to his time in South Korea where he held down slots at Vinyl Underground (Busan), Konkrete Jungle Seoul, and festivals like Pentaport, accomplice has always thrived where bass meets boundary-pushing energy.

Now based lakeside in cottage country north of Toronto, accomplice continues to move dance floors in unexpected ways—bridging decades of influence through sets that blend depth, soul, and surprise.

Releases:
2008 – Celestial Conspiracy – Waterwings EP [CC001R]
2009 – Substruk Records – Babylon EP [SUB007]
2010 – Bludclot Recordings – Loose [BLUDCLOTdigital005]
2010 – Monkey Dub Records – My Sound
2010 – Steppaheadz Recordz – Freedom Will Come

Mail: jamieson@accomplicated.ca
Booking: booking@accomplicated.ca
Management: management@accomplicated.ca

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