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

Oh, Manual, your Spotify profile is a glorious tribute to a midlife crisis that got lost in translation. With a music collection that reads like the syllabus for a college course on "How to Bore Your Friends to Tears," it's as if you searched "What's the most pretentious way to say I have terrible taste?" and landed here, knee-deep in Argentine rock and operatic angst. Let’s be real: If your playlists were any more niche, they would need a warning sign and a side of artisanal cheese just to comprehend the sheer hipster level you're achieving. And your top artists? Wow! Just when I thought you couldn’t get more obscure, you upend my expectations faster than someone's grandma taking a tango lesson. The Beatles? How quaint! Do you also listen to them on vinyl while drinking organic kombucha out of a mason jar? Throwing in the likes of Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau and Aníbal Troilo alongside rock legends just screams, "I’m here trying to be cultured, but really, I just want to impress the librarian." Congratulations—you're the only person I know who can make a karaoke night feel like a PhD defense. Finally, if I ever hit a dull moment in my life, I know exactly where to come for the ultimate distraction: your most played songs. I mean, who doesn't want to listen to a 40-minute symphony only to transition into "Olvido" by Goyeneche as the soundtrack of their slow, painful demise? Your music choices certainly say, “I may not have rhythm, but I do have a meticulous knack for playing the soundtrack of a Mortuary in Buenos Aires.” Keep up the good work, Manual, because nothing says "I'm living my best life" like a collection fit for a historical documentary on passionless music appreciation!

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!