The New Citizen Kane's 'Psychedelika Pt.1' is a daring new universe where music, memory, and madness collide

The New Citizen Kane has never been the kind of artist to colour inside the lines, but with 'Psychedelika Pt.1', he throws out the colouring book, constructing an entire, full-spectrum universe in its place. It’s a surrealist theme park of feeling, memory, and technicolour chaos, built for those who crave music that demands something of them.

Across seventeen sprawling tracks in Part One alone, 'Psychedelika' unfurls like a graphic novel of the soul, featuring chapters of anxiety, lust, self-sabotage, rebirth, and wildly unfiltered honesty.

'My Muse' crackles with the urgency of someone rediscovering their creative pulse after years spent drifting in the wrong direction. It’s tender, trembling, and quietly triumphant. Then there’s 'Heads Are Round', a neon-drenched philosophical spiral inspired by Picabia but lived entirely in The New Citizen Kane’s voice

But the emotional core hits hardest when the gloss falls away. 'Bite the Bullet' is a brutally honest rupture, the moment the storm refuses to pass, and you’re forced to sit in the wreckage. Meanwhile, tracks like 'Ratbag Joy' and 'Well, Damn! Here You Are' smuggle turmoil beneath irresistible rhythms. These songs smile, but their teeth show.

Here, The New Citizen Kane is architecting a mythos. And underlying the spectacle is a man using art to reassemble himself. After nearly a decade dragged under by burnout, disconnection, and emotional fallout, this record marks the moment he chooses to return.

That’s why 'Psychedelika Pt.1' resonates so fiercely. It’s a hyper-saturated mirror of the modern psyche; the chaos, the catharsis, and the quiet tremors of becoming someone new. It’s ambitious, vulnerable, manic, meditative, hilarious, and devastating in equal measure.

Step inside. Stay a while. The New Citizen Kane has built an entire dimension, and it’s one of the most bold, emotionally alive indie projects of the decade.