Birmingham is brick built and all the better for it. Step away from the shiny centre “any city UK” template 10 minutes walk in any direction and find beautiful urban ramshackle corners where decades of facades and paint worked are being peeled back to reveal red brick factories the colour of lovers’ sunsets, great carved frescoes and doorways arched with proud names and heraldic creatures. We walked through the Jewellery Quarter with its bullion exchange shops, small doorways to bright interiors where “we trade in loose diamonds” and occasionally a cafe for the sharp espresso, if the trade wasn’t giving you enough of an edge.

And all the time walking I had a bass rhythm pounding in my head. It wasn’t until I sat somewhere to figure out what it was that I realised the sublime subliminal was going on. The bass I could hear was this…

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