Soundtrack To Kevin And Perry Go Large

Okay, let's talk about something important. Something vital. Something… the Kevin and Perry Go Large soundtrack.

We all know the film. Two teenage boys, desperate for Ibiza action. Awkward dancing and even more awkward romance.

A Soundtrack That Aged Like Fine Cheese (Maybe)

Now, I know what you're thinking. "That soundtrack is a masterpiece!" And, hey, maybe it is for you.

But hear me out. I have a slightly… controversial opinion. This soundtrack is more guilty pleasure than genuine gold.

Of course, there are bangers. Who can deny the power of Judge Jules or Mauro Picotto?

These tracks perfectly captured the Ibiza vibe. The energy. The sheer, unadulterated teenage madness.

And "Big Girl" by Primal Scream? Absolute classic. Perfectly encapsulates Kevin's... uh... unique relationship with women.

But let's be honest. Some of the tracks haven't aged so well. They're very... of their time.

We're talking peak millennium, early trance era. It can sound a little cheesy now, can't it?

Think about it. Remember the days when trance music dominated the radio? Ah, good times, maybe?

Here's the real question. Are we genuinely enjoying these tracks? Or are we just reliving our youth?

Is it the music that's great? Or is it the memories attached to it, of terrible haircuts and even worse fashion choices?

Probably a bit of both, right? Nostalgia is a powerful drug.

Okay, so I'm not saying it's a bad soundtrack. Far from it! It's fun and memorable.

It fits the film perfectly. It's silly, over-the-top, and utterly ridiculous.

But "good"? In a timeless, classic way? Mmm, I'm not entirely convinced. I know, I know… unpopular.

"It's the sound of a generation!" - Someone, probably

Maybe. Or maybe it's the sound of two lads trying (and failing) to be cool in Ibiza. With questionable musical taste.

Maybe I'm just being a grumpy old person. Maybe I've lost touch with my inner teenager.

Look, it's a fun soundtrack. It's a great companion to a hilarious movie.

Blast it at your next party! Embrace the cheese! Dance like nobody's watching (especially if you're Kevin or Perry).

But let's not pretend it's The Beatles, okay? It's pure, unadulterated, turn-of-the-millennium fun. And that's perfectly fine!

And hey, at least it gave us a glimpse into Harry Enfield and Kathy Burke's comedic genius. That's worth it, right?

Just don't ask me to listen to it on repeat. My ears might start bleeding from the synth.

Perhaps I am just talking rubbish.