Roasted 2 years ago based on bitterlima's long term Spotify stats.

Daniel, your Spotify profile reads like a progress report from a high school kid who spent too much time in the art room and not enough learning about real music. "Lo-Fi Indie," "Small Room," and "Slacker Rock"? Sounds like someone went to the most hipster therapist and asked for “songs that match my emotional constipation.” It’s like you opened a door into a teenage boy’s bedroom and got hit with a wave of angst-y perfume and unmade futons. If there was a Grammy for “Most Likely To Avoid Eye Contact at a Party,” you’d be a shoo-in. Your top artists are a laundry list of what I'd imagine living in a basement in Portland sounds like. Seriously, “Fog Lake”? You might as well have just listed “Depression” as your favorite genre. And I don’t know what’s worse: “I Hate Sex” sounding like a sitcom character's band or the fact that your most played song is about a decapitated sergeant! Dude, did you accidentally search for tracks under your middle school crush’s diary? It's like your entire playlist is an existential crisis set to loop. And no one told you that “Icelandic Singer-Songwriter” is not a valid way to get a personality. Your Spotify looks like it was compiled during a sad attempt to impress a barista who enjoys lengthy awkward silences and obscure references to seven-year-old memes. Not to worry, though—your vibes are as clear as your taste in music. Keep rocking that “Corecore” and maybe next year you’ll make it to “Nothing Matters” month.

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