It has been my firm belief for years that musical tastes are about as subjective as anything can get. This has not always been the case.
For the first two or three decades of my life, I was pretty sure the music I liked was good and everything else was bad. Actually, I was positive.
So I somewhat understand the music-snob mentality. When people are very vocal about letting others know they unilaterally do not like a particular genre, festival or act, I understand that they think it somehow makes them superior and that the rest of us are marveling at their passion and wisdom.
This is, of course, pure fantasy.
In my old age, I’ve come to believe that if you like a particular song or artist, it’s good, at least for you. This is not to say all music is good. It’s just that I really don’t care what someone else listens to.