An office worker who aspires to be a musician but cannot find inspiration happens to be recruited by a band after their keyboardist tries to drown himself. The band has an unpronounceable name, led by a man who wears a big fake head. It has funny moments, but mostly it is earnest and sometimes disturbing. It seemed to be about art versus celebrity, art and angst, creativity and mental illness, social media and fame without talent. Reminded me of the Ira Glass quote about when you are starting out your taste is superior to your talent, which can be frustrating.