Really dunno what the fuss is about - I grew up in Pascoe Vale under the approach to 26 in the fifties when the planes did a bloody fantastic job of converting fuel into noise, but we didn't notice it at all (except when visitors asked us how we put up with it).
And later on, just married, I lived directly across the road from the run-up bay for 26 - and lay curled up in bed each night with the bride listening to the BBA Bristols warming up for the run across the Strait.
Bliss!