And I mean anything by Whitehouse, Prurient, Merzbow, Painkiller, Sutcliffe Jugend - Power Electronics will never fail to drive the unwary away..trust me.

...your neighbour's lawn will die.

A friend of my parents once told us how a group of Third Day Adventists would regularly hold their meetings at the house next door to hers, and meetings would frequently involve extended periods of chanting. Eventually, it got too much and she carefully positioned both speakers against the sharing wall, turned the volume up to 11 and put on "Bat Out Of Hell". Apparently they never had a meeting there again.

"Reign in Blood" annoys my neighbours. If they are music lovers,anything by any X factor contestant should do the trick.

A compilation of the seminal french folk rockers should see 'em off. Marvellous stuff that I have never found anyone else sharing a like of.

Anything by industrial noise-funster Jim Thirlwell in his "Foetus" guise ought to do the trick. His "Nail" album, by Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel has the distinction of being the only album I own that has twice driven guests to ask me to turn it off. Can't understand it myself - I think it's a splendid racket. The best-of compilation, "Sink", credited to The Foetus All-Nude Revue, should also send any prospective neighbours in search of alternative accomodation.

.........by Wayne County and the Electric Chairs might do it. "If you don't wanna take a walk with me on my meat rack then you can get the hell off off my bread line"! etc. Delightful.

..their evocatively titled first outing of 1978. Whilst it may not have, say, the charm of the next 2 or 3 platters, I for one would feel happy to move into a house next door to one that had that wafting thru' the widndows.

Exterminator. I liked their earlier stuff - I bought this and can't listen to it. You could also consider putting Joanna Newsom on continual repeat - you would get rid of the whole street with that or put them into a coma.

Crystal Castles: A reverberant Toronto based two-piece who use itchy bleeps generated by a Gameboy soundchip and a head-raging drum beat that evokes a maniacal migraine which disrupts the core. Like the a living, breathing incarnation of pain goose stepping with a pixelated elephant, whos trying to collect Polo's

.....anyone. You could also get Mrs Vulpes to mime it, naked at an upstairs window, covered in blood. If they still move in after that, be VERY worried.....

Or you could just dangle your tackle out the window and give the neighbours a big wave n grin when they get to there new driveway.

You've just helped me remember GG Allin, whose music I have never heard, but I expect I could review it, given his, um, reputation.... Now deceased, probably unsurprisingly, his stage show was much as you describe, albeit with the added value of coprophagia. Eat my shit or what!!

Psychocandy; full volume feedback and distortion should do the job. Also, Stooges, Birthday Party (especially their live cover of Fun House) and the like. Make it loud, they will leave.

Why don't you want anyone to move in? I like having neighbours. Even the one who's taken up the guitar as part of his mid-life-crisis programme and attempts to play Stairway To Heaven all the time. If that‘s what you want though a teenage boy learning to play the drums would put off a prosepective buyer more than subsidence and copious asbestos.

Many years ago, I had a visit from my neighbour who politely asked if I would turn the stereo down a bit. Since it was quite late and he had small children I thought this was a reasonable request and duly turned the volume down. A week or so later, around 11pm, I was treated to the sound of the same neighbour playing the Eastenders theme on his Bontempi home organ at what sounded like, maximum volume. Whether he was making a point or not I've no idea. He moved soon after.
Around the same time, I attended a party which had a visit from the police, asking the volume be turned down. This was done without the host's knowledge. On learning what had happened, he was most put out, began muttering about his killjoy neighbours and put on a Leonard Cohen album at maximum volume and sais 'That'll show 'em'. I'm still not sure exactly what he thought it would show them.

Pete Shelley's early solo offering will do the trick if you can find an old vinyl copy and a deck.

Years ago a neighbour asked what religious music I had been playing the night before. Much head scratching ensued until the penny dropped. I think he must have heard the first PIL album thru' the party wall. Still easy mistake to make.

Metal Machine Music (all sides) turned up to 11, followed by a blast of Neil Young's Arc...

You'll have the local dogs howling for hours!

the torture playlist. It appears to work down Bagram way.