There’s one piece by Bizet and a flute concerto by Vivaldi that I utterly loathe. Within the first two or three notes, I know what it is and I’m dashing for the Off button. I listen to classical music by preference (and I love opera), and my art teacher plays it in class too, but we both kill that Bizet number the instant it comes on.
The Bizet sounds to me like the musical equivalent of cinderblocks, sheet metal, and barbed wire. The Vivaldi invariably make me think of a bird trapped with a chained ankle and flapping desperately to escape. I’d rather listen to heavy metal or even country music than either of those pieces.