Paul Kaye is Frankie Wilde, a big-time DJ who relocates to Ibiza and snorts the proceeds of his musical achievements up his nose. But it’s not just the drugs that contribute to his downfall, it’s the music itself: after years of loud parties, Wilde is going deaf. It’s here that this chaotic clubbers’ comedy turns more reflective, focusing on a proud man’s struggle to deal with the horror of losing the very instrument of his profession. But the script fails to deliver the depth such material promises, remaining more confident in comic mode. There’s a whiff of ‘Spinal Tap’ about its wry take on hedonistic characters buoyed by barely deserved cult status, and dance music fans will be amused by familiar references and cameos from Carl Cox and Tong himself. Kaye makes a fittingly flawed hero too – shame his character’s journey to redemption remains so superficial.