So a while ago I once again snuck into The Assembly club in Cape Town to keep the calcium intake of our favorite bands pumping. What an uber scary Steri mission - that place is freakin haunted!Everywhere I walked with my stack of Steri I felt something lurking in the shadows (like creatures with milky yellow skin and stuff). Holding my stash close to my chest, I scoped out the joint, drawn by the sound of some kick-ass music.
During the course of given a choc ‘n roll salute, one of my Steri packs mysteriously went missing! Fortunately, in a smoky corner I spied Strawry, Choccie and Bubble-G fighting to be released from the sipping jaws of some thirsty Steri lovers. What to do?
THIEVE (the band, that is) had struck. Considered delicious by some, I was in a tight spot.
I soon came to my senses though, realizing that according to Steri law all awesome bands have unconditional access to the power of milky goodness. (Phew, that was close.)
With the distinct scent of chocolate on their breath, THIEVE were brilliantly unapologetic: “Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination… And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it.”

Busted!

The choc 'n roll salute




