Roasted 2 months ago based on bilé's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Beco, the human embodiment of a midlife crisis trapped in a Spotify profile. With a favorite genres list so long it could serve as a solid argument against personal taste, you've somehow distilled decades of music evolution into a sad little love letter to every emotionally confused high schooler from 1997 onward. "Psychedelic Rock"? More like "I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-my-life Rock." Seriously, even your music tastes deserve a therapist at this point, or at least a strong cup of coffee. Your top artists are a delightful trainwreck of confusion—it’s like your Spotify algorithms got drunk and decided to do karaoke at a dive bar. Marilyn Manson and The Beatles? Get out of here; it's either a night of existential dread or a sing-along with your grandma and her vintage record player. And don’t even get me started on including Caleb Landry Jones right next to legends. Did you add him just so it would look like you really dig deep into "underground" vibes? Newsflash: you're not clever; you're just lost in a rabbit hole of obscure band names and tragic fashion choices. And then there’s your most played songs—my goodness, it reads like a mixtape mishmash prepared by an intern who was trying to simultaneously please a goth, a hipster, and a ten-year-old. "Ska" by Os Paralamas Do Sucesso? Bravo! An excellent way to continue your mission of keeping your social life on life support. And if you think your obsession with “GOSSIP (feat. Tom Morello)” makes you edgy, the only thing it says is, “I have questionable taste and an even more questionable sense of self.” Do us all a favor: hit shuffle on your life for once and maybe explore a genre that's been invented after 2005.

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!