A Noise Complaint at the Gates of Hell is an experimental audio/video that emerges from a demo CD of my old metalcore band I was in back in high school. This CD sat loose in my vehicle's center console for more than a decade, rolling around and accumulating scratches on its surface. It was only discovered after cleaning out that car to be scrapped. When the damaged CD is played, the laser of the player struggles to scan over the microscopic pits and lands correctly, resulting in an organic rearrangement of the audio that varies each time and depends on the specific laser and setup. It reminds us that even digital technology has physicality. That the ones and zeros that determine the forms of all digital media we interact with are also subject to the passing of time and physical alteration. When I was a teenager, the ability to burn a CD felt like the future. It was an emblem of how new technology had democratized cultural output. Teenagers could participate in creative production and dissemination. Now that time has passed, the fractured audio feels like the tarnishing of those ideals I once held. It often feels as though the utopia we expected was canceled, and we are left to make sense of its ruin.