Podaar, I can probably come up with an example that is similar to Kiss for you. I totally get it. My parents were big into country music, and worshipped at the altar of Big John Cash and Elvis, as well as other luminaries like George Jones, Hank Williams, Loretta Lynn, ... these are the "Rolling Stones" and "Beatles" of their genre. For a fan of that, Gene Simmons was a boob (and my dad called him that on many an occasion).
But I was like TAC. I was 10. I was a scared, shy kid that knew girls were the goods, but didn't have the first clue as to how to involve myself in that new world. And you had these guys... they were larger than life. They were rock gods. They were everything I was not. They could decide who saw them and who didn't. Maybe... just maybe... that WAS their real faces (find a book by Robert Duncan, a writer for Creem magazine; he dedicated an entire chapter to Gene that was sort of otherworldly; I wore that paperback out as a kid.)
But it's not all just "had to be there". That was the Partridge Family. Here, I liked the music immediately, but that was a visceral thing. I didn't think about it. I was 10. "She": Bwa-now. BWA-NOW! Ba-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-NAH! Loved it. But later, I came to appreciate the music, once I knew a little more. They were a cool blend of the Beatles (Gene's walking basslines, some of the melodies) and Zeppelin (the heavy riffage of a Les Paul through a Marshall stack) and the Stones (the suspended chords, the two guitars working in unison)... with all the nonsense out of the way, I LIKE their music. I LIKE Gene's voice. I LIKE Paul's voice. I swear, I listened to Kiss in the car - probably "She", it's still one of my top three favorite songs by Kiss - within the last three days.
I've met Gene and Paul, twice each, and both times they were EVERYTHING you would hope your heroes were. Kind, generous, attentive... both times, Gene actually asked ME a question. Paul met my daughter (she was I think 6 or 7 at the time) and got down on one knee and asked her about her earrings and stuff...
Not everything sits well: As good a song as it is musically, I bristle a bit at lyrics like Christine Sixteen.