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

Oh look, it’s Manawar, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of music nobody asked for! Reggaeton, Latin, and some obscure Colombian Pop — what a well-crafted playlist for someone whose dance moves could be classified as a safety hazard. I mean, when your most played song is “Tes petites fesses,” it really raises the question: are you trying to boost your odds at the salsa club or just distract them with perplexing choices? Spoiler alert — both aren't working. Your musical tastes are a cheerful collage of the horrifyingly generic and the confusingly niche. It’s like you walked into a Spotify algorithm and said, “Please, feed me every track that screams 'I forgot to go to a real concert this year!'” With artists like J Balvin and UB40, you've chosen a range that perfectly matches your social skills: weak, and making everyone around you cringe while they silently wish they had earbuds. Your selection gives new meaning to the phrase “trying too hard” — anyone could guess you've had more romantic encounters with your playlists than with actual people. But wait, what's this? “Voices in My Head (Interlude)” and “won't cry”? Honestly, those titles couldn’t be more appropriate. If your playlists are any reflection of your dating history, I can only imagine the number of sad ballads you'd have on repeat. Just remember, when it comes to headphones versus heart, there's a reason they say it's best to keep one in your ear — it’s probably to drown out the sound of everyone's judgment while you desperately try to shake a leg at yet another awkward dance-off. Now go ahead and update that profile pic, because I'm pretty sure it’s time to audition for “America’s Next Top Mumbler.”

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!