They are not Scotch and Soda's only expert performers – the show's unique nostalgic energy is generated by the presence of musicians, the horn, bass and drum players of the Crusty Suitcase Band.
Ben Walsh's score for the Crusty Suitcase Band has an appropriately Germanic feel, expanding from a jaunty oompah two-step to old-time jazz and swing, with a brief foray into a rumbling dub deconstruction to add an otherworldly touch to a solo trapeze routine.
And it ended, barely 15 minutes later, the way most sets end: with a band member hunched over a suitcase, selling T-shirts (and, for concertgoers given to courageous dressing, bandannas).
During the second verse, the bomb explodes, and the suitcases containing the band members fall out of it and are swallowed by an unnamed creature resembling a whale.
In the band room on Thursday night, backpacks and suitcases lay everywhere.
A few years after Suitcase's inception, Annie left the band when "the other members wanted to make trip hop".
Culture Minister Vladimir Medinsky described the band as "idiots" and said they were "packing their suitcases".
The video for "Passenger" begins with the band members packing themselves and their musical instruments into suitcases.
He travels the world, living out of suitcases and hotel rooms, attended by a dwindling band of courtiers, sustained by shady friends and "consultancies".
And, surely, this band of Aces can look forward to packing and unpacking their suitcases, as well as enveloping themselves in the pleasures of itinerant baseball the next day, the next week, the next month.
