A high tolerance for dissonance
I am always surprised when reviewers describe some piece of music as intolerably dissonant anti-musical noise, when to me it seems pleasant, interesting, and certainly very musical. Cases in point: Lou Reed's "Metal Machine Music"; most of the work of Coil, Throbbing Gristle, Boyd Rice; many avant-garde aleatory experiments.
Why, then, do I find Jazz, which reviewers love, unlistenable, like the squawking of angry birds?
Why, then, do I find Jazz, which reviewers love, unlistenable, like the squawking of angry birds?

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