Here I use the word 'music' very loosely. I can think of several other nouns, all of which would be much more suitable, but common decency prevents me from using.
I've been quite deaf, and that has brought me the bonus of making the noise upstairs seem more distant and muffled. It hasn't given me any protection from the music though. Appalling. It seems to fall into the following two categories:
1) the stuff that sounds like a washing machine going round
2) Tunes on three or four notes. They are very repetitive, and only occasionally are other notes introduces. The notes are generally out of tune with each other, and sound as if they have been computer-generated. The percussion is out of step with both itself and the singer.
And it's definitely getting louder lately, to the point where it is majorly disruptive to my life. I can't wait to move. And I will make sure that Uncle Tom Cobbly and all know why I am moving.
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