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, though we’ll have to attend to hear complete songs

The Blur fan doesn't want 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 showed the quartet reuniting after a protracted estrangement: “Let’s get the band again collectively another time!” growled singer Damon Albarn. This newest look-back-in-languor can’t do rather more than give the concept 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 current Mid Sussex Labour candidate Dave Rowntree.

Armed with a new album (The Ballad of Darren), they play assorted warm-up exhibits – Wolverhampton! Eastbourne! – in addition to a homecoming gig in Colchester, Essex. 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 of 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.