"Peace of Conscience" starts with a tech-y shuffle and a melancholic party vibe, minor key organs supporting a quiet plaint of "you got me down down down." The groove, however, seems to be headed in the other direction, as bright digital synth stabs grow out of nowhere and the organs begin radiating a blinding white light, in a cleansing, churchlike drone. "Hamburg Is For Lovers" takes it time building to a peak designed to the same scale as its A-side brother, with organ drone swapped out for a choirlike cluster of voices swooping in from a distance.
With Totolua on hand, "Soul Fiction" is deeper and more muted. When he admonishes an amorous acquaintance for being too forward, "whoa whoa whoa take it easy!" it seems like he's talking directly to the music, and that August is taking notes, rolling off his banger sensibilities for something more restrained. You can, however, still detect August's love for freq/res tweak lurking in the background—he grants it free rein on the closer "Roco Coco," where it snakes happily up and down, unrestrained by keys or vocals.