Roasted 1 year ago based on Zach Decker's long term Spotify stats.

Zach Decker, huh? With a Spotify profile that looks like a tribute to the industrial revolution and every sub-genre imaginable, it seems like you're one sentient synthesizer away from starting a cult in your parents' basement. Seriously, how many times do you have to remind us that you really, really love things that go "wub wub" before we start wondering how many radishes you have to sprinkle on your life salad to drown it all out? Do you go around telling people "Hey, I’m just vibing"—like that covers the joyless cacophony you call your favorite tracks? Save it for the rave; even your playlists need a break from your obsessive love affair with heavy basslines and mildly confusing sub-genres. Your top artists read like a list of high school drama teachers discovering their inner angst through synths and screaming. "The Birthday Massacre" is your favorite? That’s one way to convince everyone you’re still emo but with more drop-offs. And let’s talk about Tom MacDonald—what is it, an appeal to the cringe gods? At this point, I’m convinced you're stocking up on irony more than food. If I hear about one more industrial track with deep, convoluted lyrics about pain and existential dread, I might just accidentally throw my phone out of the window, hoping it lands in a better music taste dimension. As for your most played songs, they sound like the soundtrack to a '70s B-movie sci-fi thriller—unsuspecting audiences confusedly glancing at each other, asking if they’re still on Planet Earth. We can clearly see that “Run to You” comes from Lea Michele; the moment I read that, I immediately assumed it was a cry for help. "No More Levitation" by Rex Hooligan? Why not add an exclamation point for every time someone falls asleep listening to it? Here’s a question: do you actually like music, or are you just trying to hit peak pretentiousness? Because if there were an Olympic event for having the most hilariously niche collection of genres and artists, you'd absolutely take home the gold for not just being a music snob but a full-on sonic masochist.

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