REVIEW: Gabrielle Aplin @ Institute, March 14th

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Words by Ed King

I struggle with youth; my own (its subsequent disappearance), those with legitimate claim, and the childish exuberance from others around me.

And I’ve been struggling a lot recently, hearing something heart wrenching – only to discover it’s come from someone half my age, armed with only nativity, anger, ivory or bronze.

I’m too old to ‘relate’, and I don’t want to try. Let Jackson Browne tell me about heartache.

But whilst I can ignore the bus seats or park benches, those churlish explosions, I can’t ignore a stage, a microphone and 15k rig. Or a sell out UK tour, something Gabrielle Aplin has been enjoying throughout March.

Perhaps this is why I’m late, some subconscious denial (or it could be leaving my wallet at home) but as I hear a healthy cheer come from the Institute’s subterranean venue, I start to think tonight’s gig isn’t all I’m close to missing.

“This is the first time I’ve been to Birmingham without eating a curry,” offers Aplin, trying to goad an oddly reticent crowd. I squeeze up to the bar, and position myself so I can see at least half of her backing band; the packed room making me feel more short than old.

Aplin opens with ‘Panic Cord’; a foot stomping teen shrill, with more questions than answers, which she punches proficiently off stage.

As she segues into song two, I sense sensing the spectre of bad a soundcheck and struggle to hear. Aplin introduces Toke, the Skrillex of the violin world, and moves confidently on – despite the muffled distortion making the new strings barely audible.

‘How Do You Feel?’ slowly plucks through its opening verse, with soft throb from the back line making way for violin, keys and harmonies in the second chorus.

‘November’ gets a jangly six string strum introduction, and allows a solid platform for Aplin to deliver a considered vocal range. I’ve noticed a warble in Gabrielle Aplin’s voice, one that’s quite prominent on the studio recordings; but in this track, on stage and live, she nails it.

A bad microphone drowns out her calls for a clap-a-long, before the simple melody of ‘Salvation’ builds to a thunderous percussion and full band crescendo. I write ‘Coldplay arena moment’ in my notebook, but I’m not retrospectively so sure that’s such a compliment.

Aplin moves over to the keyboard for ‘Alive’, a “cheeky song” she wrote with her producer – Mike Spencer at EMI‘s studio time expense. Soft rolling keys over subtle guitar, with lifted vocals delivering a firmly held “realise/feel alive” chorus; intimidatingly accomplished.

The set continues with a collection of dedications, covers and tracks available for digital download. And, despite a misguided version of ‘Wisely & Slow’ by The Staves, Aplin maintains confident control of a strangely dubious room.

Gabrielle Aplin was recognised for her online solo performances, but works well with her band tonight; a partnership not all singer/songwriters can enjoy. She performs a rainbow of pace with believable grace; although the frenetic delivery of ‘Keep Pushing Me’ makes me imagine Mumford & Sons on Meth.

I enjoy the live sound (despite the dubious settings its coming through) with an excelled appreciation I didn’t get from the studio releases.

And whilst lyrically Aplin is noticeably young, and can fall into a puppy-dog-vocal-warble-trap that she’s talented enough to avoid – on the whole, I’m in.

I sense a maturity, something I didn’t appreciate before seeing her on the Institute stage; one that paints a reassuring backdrop for her debut album.

And something hopefully reciprocated by her audience, when Gabrielle Aplin tours some ‘scarily big venues’ this autumn.

For more on Gabrielle Aplin, visit http://www.gabrielleaplin.co.uk

For full listings at the Institute, visit http://mamacolive.com/theinstitute/listings

Or for more from Birmingham Promoters, visit http://www.birminghampromoters.co.uk

REVIEW: British Alpaca Futurity @ NEC, 15th & 16th March

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“They’re addictive,” explains Tania Smith, owner of Caton Alpacas – a small breeding farm in South Devon, “they’re economical, easy to keep; and they don’t barge you out of the way like sheep can.”

It’s the first day of the British Alpaca Futurity (BAF) annual show at the NEC and I’m surrounded by over 400 Alpacas, nonchalantly chewing hay across half of Hall 3a.

British Alpaca Futurity_NEC_150313 (020)It’s an unusual site, pen after pen of the inquisitive looking creatures; dangerously cute. Half of me wants to laugh, the other half wants to stuff a small Alpaca under my shirt and run.

Tania Smith now rears 17 Alpacas, starting out with three females about seven years ago. And like many of the people I’m talking to today, she started on a whim.

“I had a small plot of land,” says Tania, “not enough for cattle but too much for chickens. Then I saw the Alpacas and looked into rearing them.” One Alpaca pricks its ears up, straightens its soft head and poses for the camera, “I now breed them commercially, and sell the fibre on.”

Originally brought to the UK in 1995, by an Australian commercial farmer called Alan Hamilton, the Alpaca’s original habitat are the South American Andes.

With now over 30,000 Alpacas in the UK, British Alpaca Futurity_NEC_150313 (092)kept in both professional and personal capacities, the British marketplace is growing – with Alpaca wool being comparable to Cashmere in both quality and price.

“The wool is hypo allergenic, so there’s no itch factor,” tells Liz Giblin, owner of The Alpaca Shop – an Essex based farm and retailer selling ’a wide range of alpaca fleece & fibre products’, and one of the 35 trade stands at the BAF. “It stays drier than sheep wool, and it doesn’t absorb as much odour.”

I look at the £10 socks and £18 gloves on display, then think about my week in the Lake district and the grey skies outside. Then I think about my wallet, and pause. “Alpaca wool is one step up from Cashmere,” offers Liz, as if sensing my fiscal dilemma, “and just feel how soft it is.” British Alpaca Futurity_NEC_150313 (093)

I know my way around Pashmina silk and reserve a response; reaching down I rub the head of a plush Alpaca soft toy, priced at £27. My hand feels as if it’s melting into the fur.

Susana van Oordt de Portaro is President of Gama Arte, a Peruvian based ‘non-profit museum service organisation’, and is also hosting a stand selling Alpaca products. Gama Arte ‘promote(s) Art and Culture and the preservation of Peruvian cultural patrimony’, and uses the UK market to raise money for artisans in Peru, selling their hand made products direct to British consumers.

“Alpaca wool is better than Cashmere,” explains Susanna, with what appears to be the Alpaca wool mantra, “and we sell garments and products made from the artisan in Peru.”

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I scan at the ‘HAND MADE IN PERU’ signs that adorn the modest Gama Arte stand; “Alpaca wool is important for the artisan in Peru,” continues Susana,” they make some of the finest and most luxurious products.”

Again I feel the soft, soft fur – this time on a selection of hats that Susana says makes our photographer “look like Julie Christie, from Dr Zhivago.”

Although there is a serious undercurrent, with the Andean Alpaca farmer having suffered in the middle of a vicious guerrilla war between the Communist Party of Peru (Partido Comunista del Perú or ‘Shining Path’) and the state military in the 1980’s.

Significant numbers were killed, destabilised or imprisoned in work camps; with organisations like Gama Arte now working to build a market for the trade in foreign territories. After the BAF, Susana will exhibit Gama Arte’s Alpaca products at the Country Living and Spirit of Summer Fairs in London.

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But the central focus of the day is the ‘Alpaca Parade’, where highly groomed Alpacas are showcased, both for prizes and for auction.

BAF organisers, Chas Brooke and Rachel Hebditch, are showing Agnes – a proud looking CME Champion Brown Female, decorated in rosettes and sashes, whom they intend to auction.

I wish the three of them luck, Agnes looking at me like I’ve stepped on her even toed hoof, and move over to the bleacher seats to watch. A low monotone description comes out of the tannoy, and I am soon lost in terminology that only an Alpaca enthusiast would know.

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The Alpacas, being classified into gender and species (or colour, to the layperson), behave very differently as they get paraded and examined.

Some walk with a pageant professionalism, others are seemingly dragged across the green felt. It feels messy, confused and like a Christopher Guest film.

But there’s a lot of love for the animals, from a varied audience made up of breeders, pet owners and people who have come out of pure curiosity.British Alpaca Futurity_NEC_150313 (052)

“They are fascinating creatures,” tells Lindsay Welch from Kidderminster – who rears a handful of Alpacas privately, “and it’s great to see them at the NEC. Usually you only find them at agricultural shows or county fairs.”

Fiona and Joy Bratherton are at the NEC for a neighbouring education show, and met an Alpaca breeder on the train down from Crewe. “It’s like a zoo,” explains Fiona, “but with the best animal shown again and again.”

“And they’ve got such cute faces,” confirms Joy, “I know they’re wild animals, but I just want one as a pet.”

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And I would too, if they’d let me; but every Alpaca I try and stroke just sniffs and backs away.

Although I am apparently alone with this, the over 400 Alpacas at the BAF being surprisingly friendly and tactile to everyone but me.

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“Perhaps it’s just your smell,” suggests one breeder, “or the colour of your clothes;” but I’m out, there’s only so many times you can get rejected by a 4ft cuddly toy.

And despite not becoming the Dr Doolittle on the Andean Alpaca (a notion I only half jokingly entertained) I do leave the NEC with at least one mission accomplished.

Nestled beneath my Alpaca repelling Salmon pink shirt is the softest plush toy I’ve ever held.

And if my niece doesn’t give it a good home, it can happily come and live on my bookshelf.

For more information on the British Alpaca Futurity, visit http://www.britishalpacafuturity.com

For information on the NEC Group, including event listings across all venues (‘What’s On’ tab to the right of the screen), visit http://www.necgroup.co.uk

PREVIEW: Johnny Marr @ Institute, Sat Mar 16th

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Born under a bad sign (well, on Halloween) Johnny Marr has been heralded as one of the UK’s most influential contemporary guitar players.

Predominately remembered as co-songwriter and guitarist for The Smiths, Johnny Marr has played in several bands; including The Pretenders, The The, Modest Mouse and The Cribs.

Now operating as a solo artist, as of 2011, Johnny Marr released his independent debut album – ‘The Messenger’, in Feb 2012. A subsequent 16 date UK tour brings Marr to the Institute in Birmingham, on Sat March 16th.

Cited as an inspiration for many artists prolific in their own right, including Oasis and The Stones Roses, Marr’s signature Rickenbacker 330 and Fender Telecaster guitars created for him a six string thumbprint; an identifiable sound ‘early critics’ described as ‘jangling’.

Marr’s own biography cites ‘Van Gogh’s Starry Night in angry animation, or the echo of diamonds raining down upon zinc-plated cobblestones’ as well as ‘the sound of kitchen cutlery bouncing off a gaffer-taped Telecaster’ – a method actually employed whilst recording ‘This Charming Man’

Growing up in Manchester, Marr had early aspirations to play professional football; being approached by Nottingham Forest and having trails for Man City.

However music became his ultimate calling, with Marr forming his first band, The Paris Valentinos, in 1977. Other band members were Andy Rouke, who would later play bass in The Smiths, and the actor Kevin Kennedy (nee Williams).

Five years later and the 18 year old Marr formed The Smiths, after ‘seeking out the reclusive and elusive Stretford poet, Morrissey’. Five years later still, and The Smiths would disband; but not before releasing four albums on Rough Trade – none of which entered the UK charts below No2, although ‘Meat is Murder’ being the band’s only No1.

Despite their comparatively brief time together, The Smiths hold a prominent legacy in contemporary music; with their acrimonious court case over percentages an unfortunate epitaph.

Fans of The Smiths have long called for a reunion, but despite several rumours and Marr telling the NME “I’ll do it if the coalition steps down”, industry pundits remain skeptical.

Marr’s manager, Joe Moss, also told the NME, “It isn’t happening. We are fully focused on preparing Johnny’s new album for release and booking shows for 2013.” 

Johnny Marr performs at the Institute in Birmingham on Sat March 16th. For tickets and details on this, and other gigs at the Institute, visit http://mamacolive.com/theinstitute/listings

For more on Johnny Marr, including digital downloads of ‘The Messenger’, visit http://www.johnny-marr.com

PREVIEW: British Alpaca Futurity 2013 @ NEC, 15th & 16th March

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Promoted as ‘a different day out’, the annual British Alpaca Futurity (BAF) comes to the NEC this week; taking over Hall 3A on Thursday 15th and Friday 16th.

Tickets are £7.50 on the door, or available through www.ticketfactory.com / Accompanied children below 16yrs get in free.

‘Over 35 trade stands’ will be selling equipment needed to raise and care for Alpacas, along with advice from existing breeders on how to commercially rear the animal.

Garments and products using Alpaca wool will also be sold, along with ‘live demonstrations of felting, hand spinning & crochet work’ – plus a chance for the public to ‘make your own’.

There will also be a showcase ceremony, where over 400 Alpacas will compete for rosettes and awards. Organisers have compared this event to Crufts, but for Alpacas.

Competitions will also be held in Alpaca based photography, art work and fibre craft.

But what is an Alpaca? Described by BAF organisers as ‘creatures which look like a cross between a sheep and a giraffe’, they are part of the Camelidae family; sharing linage with the camel and llama.

Found predominately in South America, enjoying the higher altitudes of the Andres across southern, Peru, northern Bolivia, Ecuador and northern Chile – Alpacas number ‘approximately 30,000’ in the UK; being farmed for their fleece and wool.

Used to harsh mountain terrains in dangerous climates, the Alpaca can adapt to the systems of British rotation grazing well. They also eat approximately 1-2% or their body weight per day, as opposed to 2-3% for sheep, and have a healthy self-discipline of separating areas for eating and for waste.

Alpaca wool is sold for fleece linings, shawls, scarves, waistcoats, hats and jumpers; as well as duvets, blankets and pillows.

The British Alpaca Futurity 2013 comes to Hall 3A at the NEC on March 15th & 16th. Tickets are available at www.ticketfactory.com or on the door.

For further information on the British Alpaca Futurity, including a programme of this year’s event, visit www.britishalpacafuturity.com

REVIEW: Digbeth Dining Club – Relaunch @ Spotlight, Lower Trinity Street / March 1st

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Words by Ed King / Pics by Charlotte Rose

As I circle the back streets of Digbeth, Energy 52 on the CD player and an industrial graveyard outside my windows, I feel I’ve been here before.

Only tonight I’m wearing shoes, there are no pills in my pocket, and the chance of seeing Slipmatt is overwhelmingly unlikely.

Unless of course he’s hungry (nice segue…) as tonight is the relaunch of the Digbeth Dining Club, “a place where people can come after work on Friday, where everything is available.” Considering my initial reference, I should clarify; four stalls, selling “artisan food” in the small courtyard at the back of Spotlight in Digbeth; with enough trestle tables, chairs and happy hour beers to encourage a gregarious feel. Crowd 1 - SM

“Don’t get me wrong, we like fine dining,” say organisers Jack Brabant and Mark Laurie, “but we wanted to make good food accessible – a place offering tastes that you would have in top end restaurants but for about £4-5.”

“Most of the stall holders here are chefs,” explains Laurie – who is also Director of NCASS, a national trade association for ‘event and street food catering’, “who use the mobile catering units as a way to experiment and create new recipes”. I look behind me to a popular stall called The Hungry Toad, and the birthplace of the notorious full English burrito.

But there are other, less breakfast based menus on offer; with The Meat Shack apparently proffering the best burgers in Birmingham. A bold statement, and direct challenge to any burger enthusiast. I take my place at the back of a very long line.

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Tonight’s menu is toasties, lots and lots of toasties; ranging from a posh ham and cheese, a shoulder of lamb with caramelised onions, to the infamous ‘Banoffee’ – which is exactly what you think it is.

So out of hunger, intrigue and sympathy that the queue for their neighbours, The Meat Shack, is blocking their frontage (but mainly hunger) I ask the bouncy Flick and Barry to recommend something. They suggest the crab with wilted spinach and chive mascarpone, the most expensive item they serve at £5, and I nervously tuck in. I am complicit, but deeply suspicious of seafood.

Despite looking like, well – a toastie, it surprises me greatly. The crab is subtle, blending almost Flick & Barry Luxmoore - SMunnoticed with the chive mascarpone; allowing the wilted spinach (or seaweed as Charlotte, the BR photographer and proxy taste tester, expected it to be) just enough room to wipe your tongue clean. Next time I’ll try the lamb, but I am pleasantly surprised.

But bollocks to toasties, it’s burger time.

And as Paul, who gave up a life of graphic design to become the purveyor of beef sandwiches (after having seen “a gap in the market”?) is busily organising the most meticulous serving counter I’ve seen on four wheels, Charlotte and I have a look down the menu. I want it all, The Meat Shack menu - SMbut I settle for ‘The Hell Shack’, complete with peppers, fried onion, hot green bullet chilies and  ‘oozy American cheese’.

Charlotte snags the last ‘Buffalo Blue’, with blue shack slaw, blue cheese topping and Franky buffalo sauce, and we squeeze onto some bar stools in Spotlight to eat.

Cooked in a brioche bun, The Meat Shack burgers fulfill the most crucial of all sandwich law; to sustain its integrity. Like a tower block of pensioners, nobody wants to be left with a crumbling mess.

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‘The Hell Shack’ is hot, spicy, but pleasantly bearable (God bless Brum’s Bengali chefs for toughening our taste buds). It’s delicious, with considered balance and fine quality beef. But a touch small for my liking, my only complaint. Charlotte couldn’t fully describe the ‘Buffalo Blue’, being too busy eating it and I take this as a positive sign. Plus it was the first menu item to sell out.

I finish, and need something to dodge the last hot green bullet chili. Mercifully Spotlight has a 2 for £5 beer promo on – which, in the interests of journalistic endevour, I explored. Twice. Then went outside for more food.

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Van 29 was my next stop, which I will explain to you in dialogue. Picture the scene; man approaches van, looks up, and sees a cardboard sign declaring ‘Chicken Sold Out’:

BR: ’Chicken Sold Out’… What else would you recommend?

Van 29: ‘What?’

BR: (points to sign) ‘Chicken Sold Out’, what else would you recommend?

Van 29: ‘I think The Hungry Toad is still serving’

BR: No, I mean from you. What else would you recommend?

Van 29: (looking incredulous) We’ve sold out of chicken?

BR: (now also looking incredulous) Hence the prefix, ‘what else’

An awkward pause…

Van 29: We only sell chicken. I could make you a waffle?

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But The Hungry Toad had also sold out, although I am explained this with handshakes, mirth and a promise to return. So watch out breakfast burrito, you’re now top of my hit list.

Digbeth Dining Club is a wonderful concept, although – in my mind, the London comparisons are not needed or helpful. Ambitious, creative and well attended on a cold March 1st evening, I keep sincere fingers crossed for its long standing success. Plus the two men behind it seem to have enough nouse and resources to see it actually ‘develop’.

Girls eating burgers - SMMy biggest complaint was the food selling out, a bad move for an event selling food, and the layout of food stalls felt a little crammed in. Although Spotlight, with a spacious mix of seating and fluid bar staff, works well as a host venue on the inside.

But I’ll be back, minus pen & paper; Digbeth Dining Club has that loquacious energy that makes festivals such fun. I shared my evening between people I hadn’t seen in years and people I’d just met, all with genuine affection People 2 - SMfor the event they’re attending.

To surmise, I scan through my notebook; random conversations, sporadic giggle fits, feelings of store bought solidarity and general goodwill…

Maybe it’s not so different from an evening of warehouse dayglow after all. Only quieter, cleaner and with much safer burgers.

Digbeth Dining Club is held every Friday at Spotlight, with entrances on Lower Trinity Street and Heath Mill Lane. Food is served from 5:30pm.

For more information on Digbeth Dining Club, visit http://www.digbethdiningclub.co.uk