Summer. The season that amply illustrates the maxim that people with the shittest taste in music are the very same people who play their music the loudest.
I have noise-cancelling headphones on, and I can still hear & *feel* the 'Dumpf, dumpf, dumpf, dumpf, dumpf' of hackneyed, cheesy eurohouse/pop.
Just once, I'd like to be able to say, 'Wow, is someone playing Bitches Brew / Bartok quartets / The White Album / the Nyman-Greenaway soundtracks / Oneohtrix Point Never / Stravinsky ballets / or whatever at full blast?'
@Richard_Littler I used to enjoy the confusion caused by playing Rossz Csillag Alatt Született from my Polo through town.