Having lived in a few student houses and more recently a couple of Russian apartments, I have noticed that the following relationship holds true:
The volume of the music being played by a neighbour is inversely proportional to the quality of the music.
The same probably applies to people in cars.
I spent a summer living with a student who liked to play his music stupidly loud through a monster set of speakers. All you could hear was thumping bass, but the entire audio range of the music itself was utter shite. Another neighbour in a student hall of residence used to do the same thing, the purpose for which could only have been the equivalent of a child leaping up and down in the company of adults shouting “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!”
I am convinced that those who play music stupidly loud in apartments or houses are those who fail to get positive attention by the normal method of not being a complete prick. Or they are simply retarded. In the case of my neighbours in the apartment above where I currently live, I am certain it’s the latter. They turn their music up most of the day to the point that the speakers distort. And true to the relationship described above, the music is shockingly bad: Russian teenie-pop and cheesy crooners from fifteen years ago. They have a small child, whose crying is often drowned out by the music, that I am guessing is the thickest, most illiterate brat in his class in both reading and speaking. As for listening, I’d be surprised if he could hear his own thoughts. I’ve not heard about any psycopathic serial killers originating from Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk before, but there is always a first and this kid is a prime candidate. Hopefully he’ll start with his parents, before turning the axe on the stereo.