ear-splitting

ear-splitting

adj
so loud or shrill as to hurt the ears
Translations

ear-splitting

[ˈɪəˌsplɪtɪŋ] ADJque rompe el tímpano, que taladra el oído, ensordecedor

ear-splitting

[ˈɪəˌsplɪtɪŋ] adj (yell) → lacerante; (din) → assordante
References in classic literature ?
Why assume that a doubled-up body, a contorted, purple face, and a gaping mouth emitting a series of ear-splitting shrieks point to a state of more intelligent happiness than a pensive face reposing upon a little white hand, and a pair of gentle tear-dimmed eyes looking back through Time's dark avenue upon a fading past?
When our brigade first went into camp on the Potomac, we used to be brought up standing, occasionally, by an ear-splitting howl of anguish.
Only when angry do I utter my fearful, ear-splitting, soul-shuddering growl.
Every little while some giant tree yielded the fight and fell crashing through the younger growth; and the unflagging thunder- peals came now in ear-splitting explosive bursts, keen and sharp, and unspeakably appalling.
It was as ear-splitting as any whistle of a railway-engine; but whereas the whistle is a clear, mechanical, sharp-edged sound, this was far deeper in volume and vibrant with the uttermost strain of agony and horror.
An ear-splitting report accompanied the crash, a white cloud lifted from the fallen clock, and I saw a revolver smoking in a vice screwed below the dial, an arrangement of wires sprouting from the dial itself, and the single hand at once at its zenith and in contact with these.
The ear-splitting noises of typical fireworks can scare animals and damage people's hearing.
Instead the public has to endure the blood-curdling ghoulish ear-splitting New York cop-style annoying siren.
Perhaps the ear-splitting drilling that was going on means there is a possibility some of it may look better when the drilling stops ?
I don't know what constitutes a nightclub these days - certainly not strobe-lit, pill-crazed kids jumping up and down to ear-splitting rap.
Once the ear-splitting screaming and cheering had died down, students from the Mulberry School For Girls in the heart of London's East End retook their seats and heard Mrs Obama call for more help for the world's poorest girls to get educated.
In this depressing and often ear-splitting documentary it's as though there's a competition to see who can be the most dedicatedly witless One Direction devotee.