The saplings came unstuck when the Parlotones played a cover of Koos Kombuis’s anthemic Lisa se Klavier and the previously well rooted audience jumped up like as if they were at a pop concert. What happened to the ironic detachment of the Parlotones’ white blend of Chenin, Gewürztraminer,Chardonnay and Viognier? Or did they think they were at a Die Antwoord concert in Bellville with all the flexing and stretching?