I actually disliked Slayer until my late teens/early twenties because of the solos. Now, of course, I love them and despite my best efforts to NOT do so... I could, musically, be considered a bit of a Slayer baby (an actually term for musicians/bands who atonally thrash out a la Slayer).
And now later in life I am even finding an appreciation for Greg Ginn's sonically bent solo mayhem.
I wonder if that's a sign of new neural pathways developing that can accept "non-standard" melody/harmony or a slow descent into dementia/madness.
The latter sounds kind of soothing actually.