Check out this 1833 review of Chopin’s music by the German poet/critic Ludwig Rellstab.
“In search of ear-rending dissonances, torturous transitions, sharp modulations, repugnant contortions of melody and rhythm, Chopin is altogether indefatigable. All that one can chance upon, is here brought forward to produce the effect of bizarre originality, especially the strangest tonalities, the most unnatural chord positions, the most preposterous combinations in regard to fingering, But it is not really worth the trouble to hold such long philippics for the sake of the perverse creations of Herr Chopin. Had he submitted this music to a teacher, the latter, it is to be hoped, would have torn it up and thrown it at his feet - and this what we symbolically wish to do.”
Which makes me wonder about how much my concert-pianist (never quite made it a career sadly) grandmother’s fondness for Chopin informed my love of Zappa (and other oddballs) who had a lot of those criticisms thrown at him by the rock press (especially the dissonance and torturous transitions). I never put the two together because I grew up on her playing Chopin so it never sounded weird to me, if I hear him along side others of the era I can tell that he’s working things at a different level, but it’s normal for me. Much like the discordant rock I lean towards, I know the genre enough to know it’s weird, but it sure feels normal.