Hellish cacophony

The live band started playing and probably would have been ok...if one could actually hear anything distinctly. Instead, it sounded like a cacophony of noise, super-loud noise, that sort of jumbled into one loud and uncomforting hellish fucken sound that would be better used as psychological torture music in a Guantanamo Bay torture chamber.

We were out with a group of friends, had been to a small event prior, and hit the pub for a meal and to kick on.

It was a legit meal, (I had oysters kilpatrick to start then a super-legit 300g yoder-smoked scotch fillet steak served with chips, onion rings and a side salad as well.) Added to that awesomeness was a Willow Point Cabernet Merlot (or two) and a whole lot of excellent conversation between the twenty or so of us. Were we loud? Yep. Was everyone else in the place loud? Yep. But when that music hellish cacophony began, conversation was impossible...it was almost like the chaos of the battlefield, just noise...although there's no Hootie and the Blowfish lyrics on the battlefield.

Some may say my age (yeah, I'm not 21 anymore) might be the reason behind my distaste for it however I'd digress and say that the fact it was far too fucken loud was behind my distaste.

We ended up moving into the lounge bar away from the onslaught of that hellish cacophony, (it was quite amazing how quickly the restaurant section cleared out when that music started, empty in about five minutes), and those nutbags were playing their hellish cacophony to an empty room. Dumbasses.

We kicked on until way too late, way, way too late, and the pub ended up having to kick us out (even the cacophony-makers had long gone) and we ended the night after agreeing that it was indeed an awesome night, spent with great people - except for the hellish cacophony.

I'm the sort of fellow who prefers the sounds found in nature far more than those made by human beings: Rolling thunder, birds, the Breese in the trees, rainfall on leaves and dropping into puddles, the ocean, grasses rubbing together, buzzing of bees and so on but, of course, I live in a society made up of humans and that means I have to tolerate their noise. I wonder at the logic of whomever set that band up, the volume of speakers and so on, because rather than create atmosphere and engage with their audience they cleared the room which was probably quite demoralising for the band itself.

Anyway, what do you think? Are you happy to sit in a restaurant with a hellish cacophony of noise and enjoy it? I don't mean at a concert, I mean eating dinner and socialising with friends. Are you into Guantanamo Bay-style psychological torture music during your meal and conversations with friends? Have you got any similar stories? Feel free to make a comment if you'd like to.