I like my music old and crusty. Layers of dirt over scratched black vinyl only makes me want to play it more. Small obscure labels with unknown bands etched into that vinyl makes me excited. What does it sound like, how was it recorded. Sometimes the sounds coming off the vinyl makes me cringe but sometimes this atheist finds heaven.
Regular listeners to my show (Tuesday 09:00 - 12:00 am) will know the section I play thrift store finds. The sound quality may not be crisp and clean but the emotion expressed is the thing for me. The sound of some spotty youth crying their heart out whether in anger or love, I don't care. Raw, nasty and ugly is beauty to me.