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 wait to hear complete songs

The Blur fan does not 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 confirmed the quartet reuniting after a protracted estrangement: “Let’s get the band back collectively another time!” growled singer Damon Albarn. This latest look-back-in-languor can’t do rather more than give the idea another run across the block, with added early archive footage. Now the band are again together again after a second extended estrangement, they usually have a brand new dragon to slay: Wembley stadium. “The much less we do, the larger we get,” observes drummer and current Mid Sussex Labour candidate Dave Rowntree.

Armed with a brand new album (The Ballad of Darren), they play assorted warm-up exhibits – Wolverhampton! Eastbourne! – as well as 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.