Nothing is unconditional.
I knew a person once (actually a composite of many) who was raised in a time and place way different than I was. In this place, singing was a reserved, subdued expression. Lyrics were written to lift people’s spirits. Singers dressed in their finest when they performed.
Although this person wasn’t alive when the album came out, I’m imagining how they might react to one of my all-time favorite songs, “Heart Shaped Box” by Nirvana.
I might sincerely believe that if this person had been introduced to similar music and lyrics early enough in their life, they would like this song. But that doesn’t invalidate the feelings they would have. “Yes, grandpa, he said, ‘I wish I could eat your cancer’”
I’m more comfortable debating if the person has education or skills as a musician. “Herr Beethoven, what do you think of the chord progression?”
It’s harder for me to acknowledge this if the person is an asshole/racist/etc.
An episode of “The Drew Carey Show” involved Drew getting sued for posting a cartoon at his desk which a co-worker complained was obscene.
Drew’s lawyers (played by Penn and Teller) tried at one point to cross examine a prosecution witness who had said the cartoon was not funny.
Penn asked the witness if he thought various other things were funny. The witness repeatedly declared, emphatically, no.
Finally, Penn asked the witness, sir, who is your favorite comedian?
If you don’t think anything is funny, Pauly Shore would be your favorite comedian. And somebody, at one time, apparently liked Pauly Shore.
That violates a physical law.