Ain't no party like a Cambodian bus par-tay-ho-hey

Cambodian local buses. Allritey, here's how it rolls. Two words: Cambodian Karaoke. There's a TV there in the front, there's speakers above your head (mine is the only one working for this particular journey, typical) and yeah. It goes nuts really. The whole 6-hour trip. Hit after hit. Off key, bad takes, HORRIBLE SYNTH TRUMPET they just love it. McGee half-jokes that we should get off at an earlier town to escape the wailing. I half-agree, we're trying to sleep but the volume fluctuates randomly. At one point it sounds like a kettle slowly comes to boil in the background and I wonder if this effect is intended by the artists, or if I've overlooked kitchen appliances in my own music production. One song ends, there's three seconds of silence tops before a synth drum fill introduces the next symphony of horrible noises and I nearly wet myself laughing every time because it's as grating on the senses as it is hysterical. Ah the public bus. Looking forward to the next one.