I wrote about this for someone? @ 2014 I might have posted this before... here is a small section...
"I didn't 'get' noise! I got punk, 'reaction to the overly complex and pretentious dexterity and elitism of prog rock', I got 'rock' – youthful challenge to the current social mores, influence of wider culture post war experience... I sorta got 12 tone, 'abandonment of totality as it could no longer fully express' ... I got minimalism and drone 'ecstatic sounds like veil paintings...' all of these and more 'I sorta got', but I couldn't get noise. And by noise I don't mean 'industrial', power electronics, Whitehouse, Throbbing Gristle.. et al. in their angst, cathartic antics as a critique of humanities seemingly pointless and senseless being, and also the work of the absurd, the situationists... I can get that. I've sat through Becket's Waiting for Godot, and kinda got that, I maybe couldn't get it – all, who is Godot, Becket will not say. And the bleakness of 'End Game' – phew! – a fun night out... but I could not get noise. And by noise I meant in the first instance, probably now 20 or more years ago, Merzbow... and then The Rita . I could get the mistake of the "But a child of 5 could do it" criticism. I have got the general 'I cant get it all' idea as one explores art or anything... but what I couldn't get about noise in these cases was that it seemed there was nothing to get. This noise might be a cathartic criticism, gesture or whatever, but that had been done. So its a copy, a simple repetition, but a piss poor one to use a technical phrase. I'd once owned a EMS Synthi which this guy was waving around and knew he hadn't much of a clue of how to use it, or if he did he wasn't much bothered. I could hear the volume and distortion meant that any structure or skill would in anyway be lost, but there was none in the first place. Or did Masami Akita or Sam McKinlay look angst ridden, they didn't seem that bothered. They were not the usual suspects of adolescents who thought they had discovered Dada and performance art – yet again! Nope! I didn't get – this 'Noise', I got the other stuff – sort of... but not this? And it annoyed me, because here it was, even in The Wire! the journal of approval for the creators of the new and exciting adventures in modern music, to paraphrase its masthead. But I could see nothing to it. OK – supposedly recordings of sharks or skate boarders – who could tell! I couldn't. As far as I could hear it was simple incoherent noise, and those who thought it good seemed to me what are now called hipsters, phonies, just trying to be cool by attaching themselves to the next 'new thing'. Like the idiots in the 'emperor's new clothes' tale, there were no clothes, there was no skill, no music, no message. Then occurred my 'Road to Damascus' event. You know the one where Saul sees Jesus, changes his name to Paul and starts something even bigger that Microsoft or Google – Christianity (T.M.) My Epiphany. That's what an epiphany is (I said this is for idiots). So what was mine re noise? Simple! All of the above was true! What! You might say, in fact many do, you mean you think noise IS RUBBISH! IS INCOHERENT! IS STUPID! Skill less nonsense... pour on the negative adjectives. But what about the fans who thought otherwise, held Masami Akita and Sam McKinley to be Gods, they, I now realized as the scales fell from my eyes (that's St. Paul again- pun here on musical scales – no!) were wrong. The fans were wrong, anyone could do noise, it had been done before – way back it seems by some Italians... Russolo, the Futurists and art of noises, and in the 50s in France and the USA, Musique concrète - Pierre Schaeffer and Studio d'Essai... and John Cage among others. So regarding this "new" noise-music of Merzbow and others there should be the police officer's voice at an accident, "nothing much to see here folks- move on, move on – nothing to see" – but there was – there was an accident! Deliberate Accidents.... " etc.