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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.