Describe someone or something that made a lot of noise

I’d like to talk about my upstairs neighbour, Mr Henderson, who is an amateur percussionist. He is a retired gentleman in his seventies, and while he is generally a polite and quiet man, he has this surprising hobby that turns our building into a concert hall at the most inconvenient times. The noise is absolutely deafening; it is a rhythmic, high-intensity clatter of snare drums and cymbals that seems to vibrate right through the ceiling. It is not a melodic sound by any means, but rather a sharp, piercing cacophony that echoes throughout the entire flat, making it impossible to focus on anything remotely intellectual. Whenever the drumming starts, I usually try to put on my noise-cancelling headphones to drown out the racket, or sometimes I simply leave the house and head to a nearby library to find some peace. Honestly, my feelings about this are quite mixed. On one hand, I find it incredibly frustrating because it disrupts my work-from-home routine and makes me feel quite irritable by the end of the day. However, on the other hand, I have a begrudging respect for his passion. It is rare to see someone at his age so dedicated to mastering a musical instrument, even if his choice of hobby is objectively intrusive. I suppose I feel a sense of resignation towards it; I have learnt that complaining rarely achieves anything in this building, so I have chosen to tolerate it as a quirky, albeit ear-splitting, feature of living in a bustling city apartment.