Roasted 11 months ago based on goobylele's long term Spotify stats.

Alright, goobylele, let’s be real here: your playlist looks like the soundtrack to a hipster funeral for a band that never existed. "Post-Punk" and "Noise Rock"? What are you trying to do, audition for a role as the world's least marketable 90s grunge movie about feelings and existential dread? I half-expect you to show up at parties with your ear defenders on, proclaiming that you “just got back from a German Hip Hop rave” while holding a craft beer and knitting a beanie for your cat. And those top artists? Wow, it’s like you raided an obscure record store’s “Most Unpronounceable” section. "Lord Folter"? Sounds like a DJ name for someone who does all their mixing from a basement full of sadness. Not to mention, your most played songs read like a therapy session’s playlist for people who’ve realized their existential crisis is totally unmarketable. "Seek help" by "meat computer"? You might want to take that advice, because listening to tunes that sound like they were recorded with a potato doesn’t seem super healthy, buddy. Lastly, let's talk about that “alternative dance” genre you’re rocking. Did you just toss every one of your bad decisions into a blender and hit “shuffle”? Because I can hear a solid cacophony of regrets screaming from every beat in your top songs. Seriously though, if I wanted to listen to the sound of someone grappling with their life choices while simultaneously wallowing in artistic obscurity, I would just put on some of your top tracks while watching paint dry. Here’s hoping your taste catches up to your profile name—because at this rate, "Goodbye!" is what your social life is going to be saying.

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