Roasted 4 months ago based on Benjiman's long term Spotify stats.

Benjiman, huh? A name so pretentious it sounds like a failed experiment in an avant-garde art lab. You’ve somehow curated a playlist that feels less like a journey through musical genres and more like a drunken therapist’s desperate attempt to explore the depths of your identity crisis. “Metal” and “Baroque Pop”? That’s less of a musical taste and more of an existential crisis dressed in flannel and combat boots. Seriously, if your Spotify account had a middle name, it would be "Confusion." Let’s talk about those top artists. Elliott Smith, Jason Isbell, and a sprinkle of “oh-so-quirky” indie folk gems. It’s like you took a left turn into an emotional black hole after promising to drop the gothic vibes. Sun Kil Moon? Really? Might as well just start a Patreon for your sorrowful thoughts while you’re at it. You're one sad acoustic track away from writing your own bio as the “woeful bard of the digital age”—a talentless bard, might I add. And your most played songs? Wow, who knew scrolling through your playlist would feel like watching paint dry? You’ve carved a niche of listening to tunes that could inspire the world's slowest sad dance. "Ballade No. 1 in G Minor"? Good luck trying to get into a party with that on blast—everyone’s either leaving or committing to a silent existential crisis right there on the dance floor. Benjiman, your Spotify account should come with a warning label: “May induce heavy sighs and thoughts of life’s futility.” But hey, at least you’ll never run out of material for your sad guitar ballads!

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