The poor little critter. It's programmed to have pseudoemotional responses to punk, hip-hop, dance, rock, and techno. Or at least, it's central eye changes color.
I'm not sure that it has a programmed response to Bad Christian Propaganda Songs, Singing Tards, or the misc. crapola I torture my friends and myself with.
It's currently trying to fathom Ivor Cutler's poetry, which it has tentatively identified as either rock or hip-hop.