Blur: To the End review – sentimental journey for four likely lads on their way to Wembley

The newest documentary concerning the Britpop Monkees finds them reassembling for a stadium gig, although we’ll have to wait to hear complete songs

The Blur fan doesn't need for documentaries. From the ramshackle Starshaped in 1993, which captured these Britpop Monkees pre-megastardom, to the slick New World Towers in 2015, this can be a band that is aware of what the digital camera needs: deadpan daftness and onstage hijinks interspersed with melancholic reflections on age and Englishness. The 2010 doc No Distance Left to Run confirmed the quartet reuniting after a protracted estrangement: “Let’s get the band back together yet one more time!” growled singer Damon Albarn. This newest look-back-in-languor can’t do rather more than give the idea one other run around the block, with added early archive footage. Now the band are again together again after a second prolonged estrangement, they usually have a brand new dragon to slay: Wembley stadium. “The less we do, the bigger we get,” observes drummer and present Mid Sussex Labour candidate Dave Rowntree.

Armed with a new album (The Ballad of Darren), they play assorted warm-up exhibits – Wolverhampton! Eastbourne! – as well as a homecoming gig in Colchester, Essex. Right here, Damon (wanting like Albert Steptoe) and guitarist Graham Coxon (sounding like Dudley Moore) discover that the music room at their former complete has been named in their honour. Their suggestion that its atmosphere may benefit from some paisley wallpaper and a bowl of weed is met with muted horror by the top instructor.