When I lived in a trailer park, I had a next door neighbor who would as his first order of business when he came home from work crank up his stereo to ear-busting decibels. He fit the stereotype: young, male, long hair, awful heavy metal rock and roll. I too admit that thoughts of homocide crossed my mind. And I was usually sleeping when he turned his "music" on. Now I know I would have never actually murdered the guy, but let's just say if a sixteen ton weight had dropped on him, there wouldn't have been any tears shed by me.
Here's a lesson for you young males who like to play loud rock and roll. That's most young males. I know because I used to do it myself. People hate you for it and would like to see you dead. I consider music played way too loud as physical assault not just a misdemeanor. Think twice before you crank it up.
Wait until the offender is asleep (probably during the daytime, anyway) and then let him enjoy some of your music, the way you got to enjoy his. Might I suggest "Stars and Stripes Forever" or perhaps the "1812 Overture" played at the same levels the offender enjoys?