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

Ah, Beetle, the Spotify profile that’s like an unwashed thrift store: filled with dated nostalgia, a desperate attempt at coolness, and just the faintest whiff of musty regret. Your music taste screams, "I peaked in high school," as you continue to ride the coattails of The Beatles like a haggard groupie who refuses to let the '60s die. Seriously, are you planning to recruit a time machine and start a tribute band, or are you just waiting for the sweet embrace of a 'Classic Rock' retirement home? Your obsession with indie artists is downright adorable, like a child with their first pet rock. Kimya Dawson? More like Kimya-please-no, because your Spotify selections are so 'slacker rock' that it feels like you’ve accidentally logged into an eternal jam session that’s busier falling asleep than producing anything worthwhile. Pair that with your "Mellow Gold" phase, and I can't help but picture you in a tie-dye shirt sipping herbal tea while composing sonnets to your cat. No one ever said 'Indie' was code for 'I give up, bring on the existential dread.' And let’s talk about your top songs, shall we? Let me guess, you play "Anyone Else But You" on repeat while your only companion is a lifeless beanbag chair. The way you crank the remastered Beatles tracks like they’re God's gift to music shows your profound indifference towards, well, everything else. Tyler, The Creator is probably sitting in confusion, wondering how he got trapped in a playlist that feels like a hipster funeral. So keep on pretending you’re the king of underground taste — meanwhile, Spotify is silently judging you like everyone else who ever scrolled by your profile.

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