Working in a kitchen with a bunch of Mexican’s for 8 years has allowed me to realize how much I don’t care for their prefered music which sounds like polka. I’ve learned that there is a difference between what is noise and what is music. If it’s too loud, I get a killer headache, yet I can listen to heavy metal twice as loud and be okay. It’s subjective to the listener. When all else fails, I put on heavy metal, and the GM changes it to a nice radio station.