I liked the Beach Boys music.
I liked Pet Sounds but never understood the mystique around it. With my system now completely refurbished/rebuilt in a new treated and dedicated room, I sat down to listen to it for the first time in years, in the grip of yet another bout of FOMO over it. I appreciate it, especially those vocals and harmonies and some of the weird compositional shifts etc, but it doesn't move me the same way that Tim Buckley's Happy Sad does, Laura Nyro's New York Tendaberry, of roughly that same period.