A bit late, for what it's worth now (hope the subject hasn't gone
too stale), but I remember, however inaccurately, a story about Glazunov
(I think), recounted in Shostakovitch's Testimony (I think), in which
Glazunov couldn't get a handle on Wagner's "Die Walkure".  So he went
again.  Still couldn't get it.  So he went again.  And again.  Took him
seven times before it "clicked" for him.  The moral I take from that is
that if there's a little inner voice that tells you, despite your loathing
of the sound of the music: "There's something about this that's worth
listening to, but I can't put my finger on it" - listen to that voice!
Perhaps it might be worth trying the suggestion of an earlier correspondent
in this string and listening to the music in different contexts -
seriously, as background, while driving etc.

Anselm