Having spent 6 consecutive months working a cruise ship back and forth from Miami to the Bahamas in the early 80s, whatever appreciation and enjoyment I might have had for reggae music was destroyed, through the constant sensory bombardment of it, 24/7, whenever a band wasn't playing.

Some of it I could handle (Marley, Tosh, Eddie Grant, etc.), but the stuff that sounds like a group of people having an ranting and raving argument, set to music ---PULLLLLLEASE!
I feel the same about reggae as I do about strychnine.
I can handle it only in very small doses.