PLASTIC CITY,

PAYPHONE kick the album open with a bratty, lightning-fast anthem — sneers, gang shouts, and pure basement energy. A manifesto for chaos and fun.

The title track blasts the fake promises of neon dreams. Gritty, furious, and instantly unforgettable — this is PAYPHONE’s calling card.

Motown sweetness collides with punk fury. Playful yet venomous, it’s a breakup song you can clap along to.

A chaotic basement-party anthem. Bratty, fast, and hilarious — like the classic birthday song after six beers too many.

A snotty anthem of betrayal — fast, shouty, and impossible not to scream along with. Punk drama at its finest.

 A reckless sprint with one word shouted like a weapon. Short, sharp, and pure punk chaos.

Jittery, bratty, and fast as caffeine itself. The perfect anthem for bleary mornings and all-night chaos.

Girl-group sweetness wrapped in fuzz and distortion. Bittersweet, bratty, and unforgettable in under two and a half minutes

 PAYPHONE at their most feral. Furious, fast, and over in a flash — a firestorm of sneers and gang chants.

The triumphant closer — bratty, loud, and defiant. PAYPHONE claim the stage and don’t let go. It’s a victory lap for the whole record.