One observational swallow does not indicate a good summer; but it can (where's that hedge trimmer) indicate change!
Last night (saturday) i wondered whether this mythical swallow had made an appearance? I was actually able to sleep, without being bounced around or woken up; perhaps a sign of the end to the may madness which struck the venue earlier in the month, or simply an indication that things are finally improving and they might have installed sound-proofing or a limiter.
Yes, it's another one of those three-nights-in-a-row, 'hey guys we're open till 4am. Neighbours? We see no neighbours? Yippiee, a freebie' events occurring less than a stones throw, skip and a jump away, at the venue.
Before i crashed at 1am saturday morning, there were moments when the sound would cycle through those deep bass pulsating peaks and troughs – just the sort of thing you should be playing in a field hundreds of metres from people who live there and, not 28ft from residents and certainly not until 1am let alone 4am on a morning.
The music was audible, with beats and individual notes easily distinguishable more than 200ft away. Even the bits of environmental law i’ve read (that stays floating around chasing after tumbleweeds), indicates that if individual notes can be heard (i just didn’t realise there was a clause saying heard from the moon, which must be the location lambeth’s using to gauge whether they should do anything), then it’s loud – especially if its penetrating through shut double-glazed windows/doors and earplugs at 2,3,4,5,6am in the morning.
So what's it like here?
Who said hell? … Ah, the escapees!
Here's a quick rundown on living here with a, more or less, out of control nightclub on the one hand, bus drivers who seem to have lost the ability to switch off their engines when stationary for more than 2 minutes at at a time - think 9 tons of bus-rumbling vibrations through all your rooms, then multiply that by 100’s of terminations per day, on the other. But a rundown would take far too long, so the fun happenings and goings on since 1930s to the present day, will be in a lovely pdf, produced by yours truly and will probably make an appearance at the same time as when the noise-chart’s completed.
In the meantime, a very quick rundown comprises of: earplugs, earplugs, earplugs, headphones, earplugs, earplugs, headphones playing static noise, and noise-cancelling headphones which sadly don't stop the vibrations, and earplugs.
Even the governments (“we’ve run out of money – ha haha ha”) recent noise maps are inaccurate, as they don’t take into consideration the noise generated at night by the venue. Which when that is taken into consideration and combined with other measurements and indicators leave this as one of noisiest and most air polluted areas in london, and that's (pollution measurements especially) official!
To date, despite numerous requests from other residents, the council seem strangely un– but i’ll leave that for another time.
Unlike the 3am trio at the start of the month, this bank holiday 4am triptych started off less noisier, but soon raced up the noise chart, with penetrating deep pulsating, bone vibrating, brain shaking bass low-notes and slightly more annoying, slightly less bass low-notes.
So, the 2nd night?
I can sum up by saying, BA²! For those who haven’t already guessed, it’s short for brixton academy's backside.
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