After Keith Fulton and Louis Pepe’s insightful 2003 documentary, Lost In La Mancha, which perfectly encapsulates Terry Gilliam’s attempt to adapt Don Quixote, my hopes for Brothers Of The Head were high.

But after 93 minutes of Freudian issues and bad pseudo-punk, they were dashed on the shores of avant-garde pretension.

The film traces the careers of conjoined East Anglian twins, played by identical twins, Harry and Luke Treadaway, who enjoyed their 15 minutes of fame in a late 70’s punk band. It’s an adaptation of a 1977 novel by Brian Aldiss pitched somewhere between mockumentary, rockumentary and art house exploration.

It was strange decision to make a fictional film in the form of a documentary and one that has very little pay-off as it slowly winds to its conclusion. Although, having said that, I’d recommend it purely to see, what I believe to be, an overweight ex-member of early Nineties indie casualties, Crashland, lummox around the stage with a guitar.

Rob Dabrowski