For a story about musicians, there was a surprising amount of dicking around. And I do mean dicking around. There was so much on-stage fucking/pseudo-fucking I don't even know if there's time for actual music-making. I mean, apparently Brett can play perfectly while pseudo-fucking, but Heath's a singer. He can't do any singing if he's going around kissing people. It's not that the music wasn't there. It's just the focus was more on the fucking, so it seemed like not a lot of music was going on.
It's visceral enough that you become invested in the characters. I wanted more of the story, though, but that's a compliment, since it's a short.