We have a crew of workmen painting the building. Bother the nooze for the time being: I’d like you to enjoy a humorous exchange I overheard.
“You don’t like that music because it’s too melodic for you.”
“See, I have a bigger vocabulary than you, too. I said melodic.”
“Melodic, eh? Spell it!”
Malodic. As in malpractice, or malady. Maladjustment.
Come to think if it, there’s tons and tons of music that can be fairly called “malodic.”
(And now they’ve got the radio playing more of that malodic noise just a yard or two from my head… as I try to write. If you thought it was easy, please think again.)