I remember being really young and hearing my older brother blasting a Queen cassette in our garage. The guitar solo at the end of We Will Rock You sounded like absolute chaos and mayhem and screeching, nonsense to my ears that to that point had been reared on a steady diet of Mary had a little Lam, sesame street and my moms Carpenters albums. I thought it was a godawful abomination. Of course, by the time I was in 3rd grade I was destroying my brother's tennis racket playing along to it.