Roasted 6 months ago based on Ranarum's long term Spotify stats.

Hey Sharkskin, it's impressive that you've managed to curate a Spotify profile that feels like a high school yearbook for every angsty phase you’ve ever had. With favorite genres ranging from "Death Metal" to "Dream Pop," your music taste screams, "I can't decide if I want to headbang or cry into my pastel pillow." It’s like your playlist was designed in a dark room with a single flickering bulb and a cat named "Existential Crisis" staring back at you. Seriously, do you listen to music or just embrace chaos as a lifestyle? Your top artists read like a punk rock support group, and I can’t tell if you're really into them or if you've just been contracted by an underground scene to be their mascot. "Jack Off Jill"? "I Hate Sex"? Buddy, if you played any harder to get, you'd break your own heart. And can we talk about “Cerebral Incubation” for a second? That sounds like a failed science experiment gone horribly awry. Is this music or a medical condition? Either way, I’m here for the drama, because you’re the perfect soundtrack to my own unraveling sanity. Now, let’s address those top songs because they’re a trip. “Confederate Fag” and “Chocolate Chicken” — is that a playlist or a weirdly specific menu at a diner only open at 2 a.m.? I can practically hear the conversation: “So, what's your go-to vibe?” “Oh, you know, just a little experimental noise mixed with regret and a sprinkle of nihilism.” Honestly, I’d let you complain about the state of the world all day if it means I can enjoy the unintentional comedy that your profile offers. So, keep those playlists coming, Sharkskin; the world needs more of your unique blend of angst and absurdity.

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!