Roasted 13 days ago based on Caro's long term Spotify stats.

Caro, I see your Spotify profile is just a shrine to every flavor of rock imaginable—basically the music equivalent of a teenager's bedroom plastered with posters of legends and long-forgotten one-hit wonders. With a favorite list that reads like a mid-90s Guitar Center sale flyer, it’s clear your musical taste peaked before Instagram was a thing. If you were any more predictable, you’d be the human equivalent of a classic rock radio station on a Sunday afternoon, with ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ playing in a never-ending loop as you wait for your hair to grow back from your emo phase. Let’s address your most played songs, where “Breezeblocks” gets double duty just for the sake of... well, being the only song you know how to fake your way through at karaoke. It’s like you stumbled upon a Spotify algorithm that only picks songs from bands that sound like they were formed in a basement and have too much existential dread. Honestly, if you play another track filled with teenage angst, I would assume you’re either going through a quarter-life crisis or you still think you’re part of a high school clique playing ‘Guess Who’ with lost dreams. And don’t even get me started on that “Psychedelic Rock” phase—what are you hallucinating? The sound of your Spotify wrap-up being declared the biggest disappointment since “The Last Jedi”? It seems your idea of going ‘hard’ is cranking the volume to drown out your life choices. So go ahead, jam out to your decade-spanning playlist, but next time add a little variety. You’re not just living in the past; you’re practically trying to revive a music genre like it’s a zombie apocalypse, but instead of brains, it’s just powered by dad rock.

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