Let me work up a mental image in your head.
I have my fat ass eighties stereo system (back when the bigger the speaker the better) cranked up to house rumbling mode. I'll be howling along with some killer song and then a sound like a dying terminator rips through the air. My eyes bulge and I make a mad dash to turn it down before my windows shatter and my teeth turn to dust. I trip on every piece of furniture in my house, step on the cats tail and end up turning the volume knob the wrong way in a panic. That's when Nicky yells at me and/or throws a shoe in my direction. Yep, that completely killed my groove.
You want another scenario? OK...
You're chilling at a stop light on a beautiful day with your windows down. Your hardcore music is blasting so loud that the car pulling up next to you can partake in the glory. Slowly, you glance over with your mirror sunglasses to give the dude or chick next you a "That's right, I fucking rock" nod. But just as you meet face to face, a horrible spine twisting tone races through your speakers, pushing them past their limit. You cringe, grit your teeth, squint one eye and make a face that would cause your momma to Ralph as you fumble with your radio dials. The people next to you snicker as the light changes to green and they peel off. Coolness fail.
Anyways, it's not rad. It's the opposite of rad. It's poopie. Use noise appropriately, musicians. Our speakers, eardrums and egos thank you.

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