Like Renny Harlin's relentless picture, the soundtrack Driven tries it's hardest to appeal to all audiences. There's neo-metal for the headbangers, contemporary country and pop for the racing wives, mild techno for the hip racing fans, blues-rock for the bikers, and redneck country for the rednecks. Such shameless audience pandering worked in the film, since that was the point - and it was very funny to see Harlin and his star/screenwriter/producer Sylvester Stallone trying to cover all their bases, including stilted European racers designed for the international market.