Noise
A few years ago I lived next door to an old lady, she was nice but the inevitable happened and she popped her clogs.
So her grandson decided to move into the house. He liked Reggae music, loud Reggae music and would sit outside at the back of his garden with the house windows wide open listening to “Best reggae Hits 93” on repeat and at full volume, day after day after day. The same fucking album. After several attempts to get the twat to turn UB40 and friends down only for the volume to be insanely loud again the next day. To save my sanity I hatched a plan.
If you have ever had an older car you may have experience the sound of the windscreen wipers coming out of the stereo, this is because the wiper motor gives an interference signal that is usually blocked by a suppressor.
I had an old bench grinder, one with a massive 2000w motor. I clipped off the suppressor from the motor with some wire snips and rebuilt the grinder .
The next day the usual happened at about 2pm when he awoke and decided to put on Reggae hits, The Volume creeps up, I plug in the grider the other side of the wall to his stereo.
“Red, red wine CHSHK Go to my head CHSSScK Make me forget that KCHSSScK Still need her so KCHSSScK Red, red wine KCHSSScK it's up to you KCHSSScK.”
The volume goes down to a level that I can live with, off goes the grinder, up goes his volume on goes my grinder.
The best thing is that he thought that the Stereo had developed a fault and took it in for repairs, that took a couple of weeks, and he took it in three times.
(Orkstomper, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 16:30, 6 replies)

My mate had a problem with loud music from his neighbours
One Friday night he connected a drum machine to his bass guitar amp, turned it up, chose a particularly annoying jungle drum loop, pressed play...

...then went away for the weekend :D

Neighbours? Quiet as mice after that
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 16:37, closed)

I used to live downstairs from a four-bedroom flat that housed (at my best estimate) thirteen Hungarians
At the weekend they used to play the most awful, awful Europop disco hits at full volume and often on repeat. So after enduring this for a few hours one Saturday I took out my Soundworks speakers and sub, put them directly beneath their living room and played Killing God by Ultraviolence at a filling-rattling volume.

Never had any problems with noise after that.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 16:41, closed)

I had neighbours like that once
Despite repeated and very polite requests to stop the noise, despite myself and the council writing them letters asking them to be good neigbours, the dumb chav scum would whack the volume up time and time again. In this case it was angry-wanky gun-totin' bitch slappin' rap.

I cut their heads off with a samurai sword and hung their heads on stakes along my garden wall.


I may have dreamed that, what I actually did was complain to the council, who did precisely fuck all and the neighbours fucked with my head instead.
Happy days of life in the UK.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 16:43, closed)

One thing (the only thing?) I miss about living in suburbia USA is being able to phone the police if the neighbors are loud after 11. The cops turn up and everything!
(tyrellsOwl, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 17:45, closed)

Yup, they do here too.
It's great.
Even the drunkest swaggering mouth-on-a-stick will STFU when the cops arrive.

And if the cops don't turn up, these silly wooden houses burn so easily.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 17:52, closed)

We had neighbours that were students
One was a music student and his bedroom was next to ours. He used to play the cello, mainly that piece that whats-her-name du Pre was famous for.

It was mildly annoying, especially when he repeated the same passage three or four times in one session, so we used to have very noisy sex, to remind him that he was a student.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 17:32, closed)

Elgar Cello Concerto.
I share a house with four other music students; we deliberately looked for a semi-detached house to rent as we knew we'd be noisy. :P
(Sivvus trolley collision in the fruit aisle led to a jam, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 17:47, closed)

^ Very considerate behaviour there!!! ^
I'm a little shocked, to be frank!
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Mon 16 Jan 2012, 18:35, closed)

my old man was a radio engineer
anyone with neighbours who liked the radio loud borrowed the signal generator for the weekend. one bloke followed their neighbour all over the fm band with a 1khz tone.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 18:58, closed)

This is good and
has an elegance which was lacking in my plan to open the electrical box on the wall of my neigbour's house, and hack through the wiring with an axe.

My wife stopped me, spoilsport.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 20:31, closed)

nick the master fuse.
the electricity board will get all stroppy with them.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 21:07, closed)

Oh yes!
Why the hell didn't I think of that? Perhaps it was being woken at 3AM night after night and coming home to a house that was shaking with the bass that shut down rational thought and left only the red mist..
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 21:15, closed)

My downstairs neighbour played loud music at night
But it's okay, I worked on loud music during the day.

One of my favourite tunes was a piece of my own composition, called "0dB 25Hz to 12kHz Sine Sweeps For Ten Minutes". Not exactly a floorfiller, I'll admit, but I liked it.
(gordonjcp, Mon 16 Jan 2012, 23:08, closed)

Bit of a theme here.
My neighbour when I lived in Ealing was an Elvis fan.

He used to get home at 11.30pm, pissed, and play 2 or 3 hours of shite, at full volume.

Seems he used to sleep it off during the day, except on the occasions when I'd turn my speakers against the dividing wall of our houses, put Josh Wink's 'Higher states of consciousness'* on repeat at full blast, and go down the caff for breakfast.

*(a slow thumping drum track, with a lot of sine sweeping synth sounds)
(username failed moderation, Tue 17 Jan 2012, 10:38, closed)

Oh I love that one.
I've got it on limited edition red vinyl.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 17 Jan 2012, 11:00, closed)

Derek and Clive and ting
I also had a neighbour who like Reggae at 11. Every now and then, though, he'd get tired of that, and put on the only other thing he had: Derek and Clive. At the same filling-rattling, alarm-triggering, next-street-audible volume.

(If you don't know, D&C is Peter Cook and Dudley Moore doing comedy which is absolutely, definitely NOT safe for work)
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 17 Jan 2012, 11:55, closed)