So, revenge. Loud, petty, and oddly therapeutic. A speaker pressed to the ceiling now delivers an ongoing playlist of chaotic noise to match the upstairs energy. Songs chosen not to soothe but to haunt. It’s less music and more an exorcism through rhythm. The neighbors probably don’t care, but the downstairs tenant sleeps easier knowing that somewhere above, confusion is blooming. Sometimes the only way to fight noise is with noise that bites back, one cursed beat at a time.


