The sound of a harpsichord - two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm.
We cannot expect you to be with us all the time, but perhaps you could be good enough to keep in touch now and again.
The English may not like music, but they absolutely love the noise it makes.
Brass bands are all very well in their place - outdoors and several miles away.
Her singing reminds me of a cart coming downhill with the brake on.
I prefer Offenbach to Bach often.