The New Citizen Kane – Causing A Commotion Review: Glitter, Funk, and Unapologetic Mischief

If only your Spotify playlist would burst into sequins and party under a disco ball until dawn, The New Citizen Kane's new EP, Causing A Commotion, is essentially that dream come true. The band has never been a complacent experimenter, from the galactic soundscapes of The Tales of Morpheus to the raunchy neon playground of TEMPLE. BEACH. DISCO, DADDY. With every release, he appears intent on gliding between genres like a magician yanking scarves from thin air. This time? He's pillaging the glitter box, turnin' up the BPM, and reminding us that music don't always gotta brood, sometimes it just has to boogie.

Kicking Off With a Pulse

Opening song "Sunconscious (Primordial Radio Mix)" forgoes foreplay altogether. It attacks with a driving 4/4 beat that makes you think someone opened the doors to the club, gave you a glow stick, and pushed you directly into the centre of the dance floor. It's disco, it's pop, it's electronic glitter, and, yes, it all but glows. Don't resist; just submit.

Then there's "Bubble Gum Hot." Even the title is a sugar high, but the song goes all in with sizzling horns that sound like confetti shooters. Funk edges peek in and out, the groove gets playful, and before you know it, you're smiling like you just stumbled on a free pizza buffet at a party. The horns are the MVP hero here, brassy little troublemakers that give the entire song lift.

When the Lights Dim (Just a Little)

But it's not all unrelenting light. "San Diego (Synthphonica Radio Mix)" creeps up with rich synths that are the sonic equivalent of golden-hour light. It's melancholy, hazy, warm, a great mix of sadness and euphoria. The vocals drift with just enough pain to remind you that even clubbers have hearts. This one lingers beautifully, like the afterglow of an evening you can't help but rewind.

Meanwhile, “Meet Me On Street Corners (Synthphonica Radio Mix)” leans fully into 2025 pop polish, shiny, sleek, engineered to stick in your head until you’re humming it while brushing your teeth. It’s pure radio candy but done with flair.

Funk, Fragments, and Full-On Commotion

"Hearts Aren't Made Of Wood (Rework '25)" swaggered in with gritty, bass-laden swagger, and a vocal performance that's essentially taunting you not to budge. And there's "Subconscious," a strange 25-second a cappella fragment that I found myself wondering: "Was this a song? A joke from another planet? A palate cleanser?" Either one, it's a weird lung-clearing.

The title track “Causing A Commotion” wears its Daft Punk influence on its shiny, filtered sleeve. Funk riffs twist and turn, the groove is tight, and the whole thing feels like a love letter to the French house giants. By the time “Ratbag Joy (Alternative Radio Mix)” closes the EP, you’re fully convinced The New Citizen Kane has bottled the reckless optimism of endless summer nights and slipped it into your headphones.

Final Spin

To listen to Causing A Commotion is to travel back in time to the nights when the air was electric with possibility, the drinks were always flowing, and the only rule was: never stop dancing. It's youthful without innocence, nostalgic without being quaint, and fun without apology.

So go ahead, hit play. Let your inner disco kid out. And if anyone asks why you’re suddenly dancing in your kitchen at 2 a.m., just blame The New Citizen Kane. After all, he warned us: he came here to cause a commotion.

Ratbag Joy: The Dancefloor Confessional You Didn't Know You Needed

Picture a dance floor at 2 AM. Neon lights falter. Glitter abounds. Someone has just spilled their drink and doesn't even care. And amidst all the happy chaos, The New Citizen Kane's "Ratbag Joy" is thumping out of the speakers, and it just works.

This isn't your average weekend club hit. Oh no, "Ratbag Joy" is what occurs when introspection makes a surprise guest to the party, and becomes the life of the party. It's that sort of dance song that not only gets your body going, but it also talks to your soul through the bassline.

Let's Discuss This "Ratbag"

First, the title. "Ratbag Joy"? Sounds like the moniker of a strange, underground poet who will now and then DJ in Berlin, or that houseplant you kind of, sort of became emotionally invested in. But that's all part of its charm. The song has its weirdnesses like a well-worn leather jacket — torn, worn out, and utterly unrepentant.

And just like its name, this song doesn’t follow the usual EDM playbook. It grooves with intent. There’s a heartbeat to it, not the pounding, generic fist-bumper you’ve heard on every third Spotify playlist, but something more organic. More human.

Vibes First, Drops Later

From the very beginning, "Ratbag Joy" sneaks up with an attitude. It doesn't blow up. It exhales. The groove builds up around you before the beat gets going, like the party is heating up, and you get there before anyone else notices the change in mood.

The New Citizen Kane, as ever, lets his musical sensibility guide. His voice glides over the synths like they're sharing late-night secrets, delicate, fragile, but never fragile. There's self-assurance in his restraint, as if he knows how the night ends, and he's merely offering you a front-row ticket.

If you've listened to "San Diego" or "Killer Charisma", you know he's not going to rush. His music isn't about racing to the drop; it's about constructing an emotional architecture, one beat, one harmony, one lyric at a time.

Heartache in a Glitterball

There’s a delightful contradiction in “Ratbag Joy.” You’re dancing, probably smiling, but there’s this undercurrent of bittersweet vulnerability. Like you’re celebrating despite everything. It’s the sound of those late-night kitchen talks with your best friend after the party, feet sore, mascara smudged, laughter and tears indistinguishable.

Lyrically, The New Citizen Kane is subversive. He doesn't bellow his feelings; he allows them to seep. In the delivery, in the synths that swell and recede. There's an authenticity to it, not cringey sadboi nonsense, but genuine.

Because happiness isn't always neat. It's usually messy, complicated, and, yes, a bit ratbaggy.

A Genre-Bending Love Letter

This album also sounds like a love letter to a specific period of EDM. The one we danced to in college dorms and house parties. The kind that balances feeling and fun. Early Moby, late Daft Punk, a dash of Flume, and the emotional aftertaste of a great Robyn song.

But it's still contemporary. It's got the sharpness in production, the restraint in layering, and the determination not to sound like everyone else on the release table this week.

The New Citizen Kane: A Sonic Cartographer

What is so great about The New Citizen Kane is the way he charts his music, not like a pop act charting a course for chart control, but like a man mapping his internal landscape and bringing it into grooves we can move our bodies to.

His art is emotional, yes, but never excessive. You know he's lived these songs prior to playing them for us. And there's something magical about an artist who makes you feel understood discussing his life.

Final Thoughts: Press Play. Repeat. Reflect. Dance.

"Ratbag Joy" is more than a dance song. It's a tiny life package. It's discovering beauty in the imperfect, movement where there is stillness, and joy where there is mess in life.

It's the song that you listen to when: You're in your bedroom by yourself with the headphones on, imagining you're in a music video. You require a reason to smile amid chaos. You’re dancing with friends and forgetting, just for a second, how heavy the world can be. So go ahead. Add it to your playlist. Share it with your people. Let yourself feel all the things. Because sometimes, joy is a little strange. Sometimes it’s a little bruised.

And sometimes- just sometimes- it sounds like “Ratbag Joy.” Give it a listen! We know you’ll love it!