Clocking in at ten minutes long, "Sun-K" mixes canned crowd cheers with psychedelic guitar jamming. Its beat drops in and out like a weak radio signal, fleeting cowbells and luscious bass lending some real punch when the signal is locked. The guitar really makes it, however, alternately flittering, droning and oozing over the other elements, its timbre morphing with every passing second. The dainty "Red Roses" sounds impossibly exotic. Its super-slow beats and pirouetting music box twinkles are nice enough, but the foreign vocals and silken vintage strings really lift things to the next level. It almost seems like a purposeful response to the roughness of Power's other piece. It sounds like it might be an edit. If it is, it's a superb one, even if just for attacking something other than disco or soul.
O'Neill's cut, "Scribble Me This," lays moody vocals over a languid, chugging beat. It's understated as hell, with all the details lurking in the background, behind the veil of mostly indecipherable singing. This backdrop has an almost orchestral sense of melody, with quiet flutes and strings—or something like them—percolating serenely.