The lights dimmed, the unmistakable slither of an intro began, and The Drifters - and indeed most of their audience - launched into Under the Boardwalk.
Twenty or so minutes later, with six monster hits already belted out, it was permissible perhaps to wonder just how long they would be able to sustain the back-to-back delivery of classic numbers.
Well, for quite a while of course, given the impressive discography of arguably the first-ever boy band.
For many years it has of course been a continuum of the brand so indelibly stamped by by Clyde McPhatter et al - over the years it seems The Drifters have had more members than some struggling musicians have had hot dinners. The present crop adeptly delivered those old songs their audience had come to sing along to.
One big snag for me though - the overhead projection of iconic faces from the past was as disjointed as it was distracting.
And as for the images marking the deaths of, among others, Princess Diana, Martin Luther King and the Challenger space shuttle crew being displayed as the group sang Hello Happiness Goodbye Loneliness - well, it wasn’t quite the famous Drifters co-ordination.