It’s all a matter of taste (or the lack thereof).
Someone very near and dear to me hates The Beatles, but could listen to Reba McIntire twangily caterwaul all night.
but could listen to Reba McIntire twangily caterwaul all night.
Guilty here of enjoying both ( in fact, music-in general. No c Rap, though. Think it’s time to listen to Terence Trent D’Arby, Wishing Well).