TURN IT TO 10,

By Phantom Punch

This is hair metal with zero apologies and both fists in the air. Turn It to 10 rips through gang chants, neon swagger, and solos that feel like jet engines — every track built to blow fuses and piss off the neighbors. It’s not subtle, it’s not polite, and that’s the whole point.

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Turn it to 10

Phantom Punch prove subtlety was never in their vocabulary with “Turn It to 10.” From the opening shout of “CRANK IT!” to the amp-frying finale, this is hair-metal excess distilled into three minutes of pure adrenaline. Power chords, gang chants, and a solo that scorches the fretboard drive home the band’s philosophy: if it ain’t loud, it ain’t right. It’s an anthem built for arenas, garage stereos, and anyone who’s ever blown a fuse chasing volume glory.

Turn it to 10 (Acoustic, Unplugged Version)

The Tape Club exclusive take flips the script with an unplugged acoustic performance of “Turn It to 10.” Stripped of distortion but not of attitude, the track becomes a rowdy singalong–pushing the energy as high as the unplugged setting allows. Even without the amps, Phantom Punch still find a way to make it loud.

Slam the Door

Phantom Punch storm into the scene with “Slam the Door” — a hair-metal anthem built for smoke machines, neon lights, and fists in the air. With wailing guitars, gang chants, and a chorus that dares you to shout along, it’s equal parts arena rock and Saturday-morning heroics. Loud, flashy, and unshakably fun, this track proves Phantom Punch were born to fight their battles onstage and off.

Slam the Door (Acoustic Cover)

For Tape Club members, Phantom Punch strip it down with an unplugged acoustic take on “Slam the Door.” Gone are the pyrotechnics and distortion — in their place, ringing acoustic guitars and raw gang vocals that give the chorus a street-corner, campfire energy. It’s the same fearless punch, delivered with a surprising intimacy.

Cooler than the Crowd

Phantom Punch shift gears into something sleek and hypnotic with “Cooler Than the Crowd.” Driven by a sharp, muted-pick guitar riff and a chorus that hooks like a spotlight, the track captures the mystique of someone who owns the room without even trying. The verses smolder, the pre-chorus coils with tension, and then the chorus blows wide open — a swaggering chant made for arenas. Add a searing guitar solo and gang-vocal echoes, and you’ve got one of the band’s most stylish anthems to date.

Cooler than the Crowd (Acoustic Version)

The Tape Club edition strips “Cooler Than the Crowd” down to an acoustic groove. With clean strums, hand percussion, and hushed harmonies, the performance leans into the song’s mystique, letting the lyrics breathe while still keeping the pulse alive. It’s cooler, calmer — but just as commanding.

Out of Control

Phantom Punch unleash pure mayhem with “Out of Control” — a leather-clad anthem that sounds like fireworks strapped to a Marshall stack. From the opening guitar slide and synth stab to the gang-shouted chorus, it’s chaos polished into hair-metal perfection. The verses swagger with leather-and-neon bravado, the bridge turns into a hype moment with a drum solo and crowd-shaking shout, and then the shred solo tears through like a jet engine. By the time the key-changed final chorus hits, it’s less a song and more a riot with guitars.

Out of Control (Acoustic Cover)

The Tape Club cut flips “Out of Control” into an unplugged storm. Acoustic strums drive the rhythm while handclaps and stomps replace the thunder of drums. The gang chant still explodes, only rawer, with voices layered over stripped-down strings. It’s looser, rowdier — like the band gathered around a bonfire with nothing but wood guitars and a mission to stay loud anyway.

Rock City Rumble

Phantom Punch’s “Rock City Rumble” sounds like Saturday morning cartoons colliding with Sunset Strip chaos. Sirens wail, guitars divebomb, and suddenly the city’s under siege — but the band’s riffs are the cavalry. Every verse slams like a comic-book panel, pre-choruses roar with “riff justice,” and the chorus chants hit like gang shouts echoing through neon alleys. By the time the heroic key-change outro lands, it’s less a song and more an arena-sized battle cry: good guys win, villains tumble, and the amps leave rubble behind.

Rock City Rumble (Acoustic Cover)

The unplugged “Rock City Rumble” strips away the pyrotechnics and turns it into a fist-pumping street jam. Acoustic guitars grind out the riffs, handclaps mimic explosions, and the chorus becomes a gang chant around one mic, raw and urgent. Instead of shredding, the solo rings out like a flamenco-tinged rally call, proving that even without walls of amps, Phantom Punch can still shake a city to its core.

Run For It

Phantom Punch’s “Run For It” is pure breakneck chaos — part jailbreak anthem, part rock-and-roll chase scene. Written for an upcoming Saturday morning cartoon, it’s pure mayhem with guitar!

Run for It (Acoustic Cover)

The unplugged “Run For It” swaps smoke and sirens for raw urgency — acoustic guitars hammer like engines, handclaps chase the beat, and voices bark the chorus in ragged unison. The stripped-down solo spits fire without distortion, turning the song into a runaway street chant. It’s leaner, meaner, and somehow even faster — proof that Phantom Punch can make a jailbreak without plugging in.

After Party

Phantom Punch lights the fuse with “After Party” — a turbo-charged rocker built for the hours when the amps should be cooling but the band refuses to quit. With chant-along choruses, fist-pumping gang vocals, and a solo that feels like fireworks set off indoors, it’s the sound of chaos spilling out of backstage and straight into legend. By the final scream, it’s clear: the show never ends when Phantom Punch is around.

After Party (Acoustic Cover)

The acoustic “After Party” keeps the mischief alive with unplugged swagger — stomps, claps, and strummed guitars powering the chant like a late-night jam in a trashed green room. It’s looser, dirtier, and every bit as loud in spirit — the ultimate proof that Phantom Punch doesn’t need a stage to start the after party.

Runaway

Phantom Punch’s “Runaway” is pure fire on wheels — a neon-lit chase song built on pulsing synths, slashing guitars, and a chant-along chorus that hits like burning rubber at midnight. She’s the kind of girl who takes your jacket, your pride, and your Friday night, leaving nothing but echoes in the rearview. It’s fast, it’s reckless, and it doesn’t let up until daylight.

Runaway (Acoustic Cover)

The acoustic “Runaway” trades the highway roar for raw swagger — claps, stomps, and stripped-down guitar turning the anthem into a campfire-riot singalong. Every gang-chant and hand-slap still lands with punch, but now it feels like the band’s crammed into a back room, howling the chorus shoulder to shoulder. No amps, no neon — just wood, sweat, and the runaway heat that won’t fade.

My Guitar

Phantom Punch’s “My Guitar” is a screaming love letter to six strings and distortion. Built on fire-breathing riffs, gang-shouted choruses, and a solo that sounds like lightning caught on tape, it’s part sermon, part street fight. No shrink, no priest, no rules — just one man, one axe, and a crowd roaring louder than a muscle car.

My Guitar (Acoustic Cover)

The acoustic “My Guitar” strips the fire back to raw wood and steel, turning the anthem into a midnight confession. Every chord rings like a heartbeat, the gang chants swap to handclaps and echoes, and the solo melts into a finger-picked prayer. No walls of amps, no neon glare — just a voice, a guitar, and the truth it screams.

Detention

Phantom Punch tear the roof off the classroom with “Detention,” a hook-charged rocker that turns punishment into pure rebellion. With guitar riffs bouncing off blackboards, gang-shouted choruses rattling lockers, and a solo that could melt chalk, it’s part riot, part victory lap. School’s out? Forget it — the band just turned study hall into a stadium.

Detention (Acoustic Cover)

The “Detention” acoustic cut is stripped down but no less defiant — a swaggering stomp of handclaps, unplugged strums, and spitfire vocals that turn every lyric into a battle cry. With a flamenco intro that’ll get you groovin’.