Rustbelt Rock Review

By: Z.M. Delgado

Rustbeltrockreview.com

Volume #211: Gluttons, Whatever & The A-10s

October 19th, 2025

The Five O’clock Lounge, 11904 Detroit Ave, Lakewood, OH

Good evening my friends and welcome back. It is with great pleasure and a certain amount of sleep deprivation that I sit down to pen this account. The whole affair began last night, around 7pm, when Joha scooped me up and we headed west. We were on our way to “The 5” for an evening of Punk Rock and we didn’t want to be late. The flyer listed the show time as 8pm, which gave us plenty of time. When we eventually arrived on the Scene we perused the bar and immediately noticed a strange little man, dressed as a satanic priest with a goat head. It took a small amount of deduction for us to figure out this was a cleverly disguised Jimmy “The Dook” Fedor of Roxxxstarradio. With the The Dook now among us, we made our way to the patio where we sat down and blazed up. From our spot at the table we watched as the bustling patio filled and people came and went. Soon enough we were joined by Face (Guitar/Vandalizard) and shortly thereafter Swamp Donkey (Bass/Vandalizard) as well. Also floating through the crowd was Terry and Tommy of Bessemer Saints. Time drifted by and we stared at our watches, never knowing when the music would start. Eventually around 9:30pm we heard soundcheck and we all gravitated toward the stage.

First to perform was the always excellent A-10s. Made up of five dudes, they are constructed of Vocals, two Guitars, Bass and Drums. For this evening’s Halloween themed event, The A-10s came in costume. The band was all decked out in skeleton suits, while their frontman came dressed as Athenar of MIDNIGHT. Eventually the band was successfully sound checked, and all parties involved were satisfied with the result. Only then, and without further delay, did The A-10s jump off and when they did, they jumped off hard! Opening up with “Lipstick Kiss” they exploded with a resounding bang. The room was packed with willing Punks all happily being pummeled by wave after wave of heart pounding Rock N’ Roll. Speaking of pounding, there singer was certainly pounding his beers, guzzling PBR’s right through his mask; he was soaked in booze early in the set. The crowd was loving it and I could see fans singing along throughout the The A-10s time.

Early in the set I was enamored with the Drum and Bass work. The low end lines were thick and the percussion driving, as they thundered along. Meanwhile the Guitars ripped, both with both crushing chords and crisp solos. The frontman was a show unto himself. He wrapped the mic chord around his throat and fell to his knees while singing. He stabbed at the roof with his mic stand, at one point striking a ceiling fan. I think it was the sixth song into their set when they were joined by the frontman of Gluttons. He laid down some sick guest Vox and the song raged on. In the end I believe The A-10s played ten tracks before taking a bow. The crowd screamed and applauded wildly in appreciation. And rightly so, it had been a killer set, packed full of crushed cans and crushing chords. So we applauded and then we applauded a little more for good measure. Then we returned to the patio where we set about smoking a doob.

With our doobie burnt and our time passed, we found ourselves back before the stage waiting for our next performance. Second to the stage was Whatever. This is a four man outfit made up of Guitar/Vocals, Bass/Vocals, Guitar and Drums. As a tribute to the fallen Ace Frehley opened with a cover of “C’mon and Love Me.” Once again the frontman of Gluttons jumped up on the stage and provided some backing Vocals. This was a nice homage and a generally bitchin way to open a set. Then they jumped into their own material, which was galloping, often hooky and in general very powerful. “Fast paced,” “high energy” and “action packed” are all ways I chose to describe their sound in my notes. They delivered clean lead Vocals, with strong backing Vox. They had great riffs and excellent lead licks.

They crowd was enthralled from the get go and they stayed well engaged. I was kicking it with Swamp Donkey and from where we stood I could see people stomping, dancing and Rocking out. Dudes joined arm in arm and spun in circles, getting down. One fan was even blowing bubbles, which drifted about the stage. The applause was huge at the end of each song as people lost their shit for Whatever. By the time they reached their 12th and final song, a light moshpit had even formed. The crowd went bananas, administering an enormous ovation. Yes, Whatever had killed it without a doubt. To celebrate we...You guessed it! We returned to the patio with all speed, where we blazed another doobie.

And then we returned to the stage for one final time and prepared for a ruckus. The name of the ruckus was Gluttons, and they were fully prepared to Rock. Made up of Vocals, two Guitars, Bass and Drums this 5 man wrecking crew was all business. They opened up hard and fast, delivering their own brand of dirty Rock N’ Roll. Their Vocal style was like a snarling shout. They had wicked Guitar work with nice solos. The Bass work was grooving and the Drum tempos were pure punishment. The crowd was into it from the first instant. People all around me were headbanging, dancing and simply Rocking out. By their third song a small moshpit had even formed, and it stayed in motion for the remainder of the set. The pit swirled and collisions occurred, including one that sent a fan flying into a stack of equipment. He came crashing down, and with him, a pile of gear.

All the while Gluttons were simply destroying. With their signature blend of Rock; a fine hybrid of Metal and Punk, Gluttons devastated “The 5” and once again impressed the hell out of me. If my count is correct they played us a total of 11 songs, including three brand new tracks. They closed out with “Sewer Dog” followed by a bad ass rendition of Motorhead’s “No Class,” bringing a wild ending to a great set. The fans cheered, they screamed, they howled. They freaked out and with good reason. Gluttons murdered, plain and simple. The band took a bow and the crowd disbanded.

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Joha, Face and I rendezvoused on the patio and then exited the Scene. We made our way to the car and headed east. All the while we discussed what a truly epic evening of music it had been. A free show at a great bar with three phenomenal acts. Good friends, fat joints and beautiful autumn evening to boot. What more can you ask for on a Saturday Night? As it turns out, not too much. I made it home in one piece, which is always an added bonus. So there you have it. I suppose that’s as good a way to end an article as any other. Thank you for reading, for Rocking and for supporting the Scene.

Until next time, Rock on, Rustbelt,

-Z.M. Delgado

Rustbelt Rock Review

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Links:

Gluttons

https://www.facebook.com/gluttons13/

Whatever

https://www.facebook.com/whatever.punk

The A-10s

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100041018871899