Roasted 9 months ago based on perry's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Perry—what a musical identity crisis you've got going on here. Your favorite genres read like an international buffet gone wildly wrong; it’s like you scoured the globe for the most niche sounds to prove you’re cultured, only to discover your Spotify account serves more confusion than coherence. Malay? Is that a genre or are you just trying to avoid being mainstream? You must have a playlist titled "Songs My Mom Might Actually Listen To," nestled right between "Throwback K-Pop for the Soul" and "Why Do I Even Like Baroque Pop?" Seriously, it's like your music tastes are trying to pass an identity test and failing miserably, like a magician who can't pull a rabbit out of his hat but can definitely pull a slipknot from his closet. The top artists you’ve chosen are a mess of wistful longing, pop angst, and cinematic nostalgia—an obsession with emotional brokenness that borders on self-parody. It’s as if you were shooting for "hipster with a heart of gold" but accidentally texted "please give me a reason to cry and/or sing in public." You must be the only person whose Spotify Wrapped finally revealed your true self: a morose theatre kid with a penchant for drama, kleptomania, and secretly using your Britney Spears albums as feels therapy. Just pairing ABBA with dark R&B? Someone get this poor soul a genre consultant because clearly, you’re a mixtape away from a serious emotional intervention. And don’t even get me started on your most played songs! Including "Zombie" by The Cranberries in any lineup is basically the musical equivalent of bringing a stale macaroon to a gourmet dinner. And then there's a song from "Black Panther," as if you're trying to tell everyone you’re cultured while pleading for an invite to the movies. Can't decide between jamming out to Lady Gaga or pining over "Lose Face"? Sweetheart, it's time to face the music—oh wait, you've been avoiding it! At this point, your Spotify playlist must have you flagged on some kind of watchlist for sonic indecision. Here’s a thought: maybe try embracing all that glorious confusion in one cohesive playlist called “Help, My Music Taste is Talking Back!”

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!