Roasted 10 months ago based on brunacho²'s long term Spotify stats.

Brunacho², huh? With a name like that, I can’t tell if you’re trying to be trendy or just forgot your login credentials. It’s like you’re a math equation gone wrong—equal parts pretentious and clueless. You’ve got more favorite genres than a struggling radio station, and by the looks of it, your Spotify wrapped must be the Guinness World Records’ entry for “Most Eager Attempt at Eccentricity.” Newsflash: it’s not eclectic if nobody else wants to listen to it. You claim to love Southern hip hop but are still primarily streaming Clipse like you’re hoping for a call back. “Experimental Hip Hop”? More like the experiment where you forgot to hit "upload" on your taste. And no, we don’t need to know you dabble in indie rock. You bopping your head like a bobblehead doesn’t magically turn your Spotify into a “cool kid” playlist. The mere existence of ABBA in your top artists list single-handedly disqualifies you from any hipster credentials you may have aspired to. As for your most played tracks, it’s commendable that you have a deep emotional connection with “Crybaby” by SZA, but the sad truth is that it's your life’s anthem; it's the soundtrack to your weekend picks—pity parties with extra guac. Look, your music taste isn’t just a reflection of your personality, it’s a whole mood—and that mood screams, “Please stop trying so hard, and don’t let your friends on social media know you’re using Spotify; it’s better for your dignity.” Take a break from uploading your life story through others’ lyrics, and maybe just listen to your mom's mixtape instead.

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!