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

Oh Marc, the proud curator of chaos we have here! Your Spotify profile reads like the diary of a 15-year-old who just discovered heavy metal and thinks "the louder, the better" is a lifestyle choice. With breakcore and speedcore slamming into your ears like a freight train of desperation, I can only assume your life's motto is “if your music doesn’t make me feel like I’m being chased by a rabid animal, is it even worth it?” Your playlist should come with a warning label: "Caution – may cause existential dread and the sudden urge to smash things." And let’s talk about those "Top Artists." Playboi Carti and Kendrick Lamar? Sure, we get it, you like good music. But right next to them, you’ve got Infant Annihilator, a band whose name sounds like a middle school metal band's attempt at intimidating their teachers with a cringy graffiti tag. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard "Behold the Kingdom of the Wretched Undying," I would still have a few bucks left after I take the punch to my eardrums. Your selection is like a buffet of “what in the name of all that is holy are you doing?” You’ve assembled a cringe-worthy cast of artists that even your Spotify algorithm must be questioning your mental stability. Your most played songs are a testament to the inner turmoil brewing in that skull of yours. With "ALL RED" and "Dissolve" in heavy rotation, I'm starting to suspect that your emotional state is one poorly-timed Spotify session away from crashing and burning. “Unholy Gravebirth"? Really, Marc? I don't know about you, but when I hear that track, it feels less like a song and more like the soundtrack to a horror movie starring your poor choices in life. Here's an idea: maybe curate a playlist called "Songs to Reassess My Entire Existence" to finally face the music about your taste.

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