Well, it appears they have. Three years ago in Rockdale near Sydney, the local council tortured
the boy racers with numbers such as Copacabana, Mandy, I Write the Songs, Can’t Smile Without You and Looks Like We Made It. Fortunately, while it did manage to send the boy-racers with their roaring engines and loud car stereos scrambling, it also managed to drive the residents in the streets vaguely insane.
I'm not sure which I would prefer - nightmares of Bazzer in his white suit (complete with audio) or the 'unst- unst-unsting' of thudding stereos accompanied by that god awful gear changing that baby bogans employ. She'd be a close call. Cause think about it - three hours of Barry Manilo from 9p.m every Friday, Saturday and Saturday. It's a helluva way to ruin an evening.
They're considering introducing the Manilo Method in Christchurch and Whangarei. You'll be pleased to hear that Dame Kiri Te Kanawa has been keeping vandals out of Waitakere City. However she can't take all the credit, Officers Mozart, Vivaldi and Tchaikovsky have also been helpful in keeping the scallywags at bay.
I was wondering what who would keep me going into an area. Or (more likely) make me shift if my street suffered from a weekly boy racer plague. Just off the top of my head - Enya would do it. Michael Bolton. And if I was subjected to three hours of Celine Dion, I think I would burn my house down.
Whose music would make you leave the area ?