Roasted 2 years ago based on Erin King's long term Spotify stats.

Erin King, you call your playlist a sonic journey through "Dreamo," while the only thing more surreal is your choice to categorize it as a genre. Are you trying to transcend musical boundaries, or just cover up the fact that your taste is as uneven as a shaky hand at a karaoke night? Between emo anthems and overly introspective indie tracks, it sounds like you're trying to relive your high school heartbreak—with a side of existential dread. Newsflash: an overflowing emotional palette doesn’t equate to a refined taste in music. Speaking of refined taste, your top artists read like a teenage mall’s "Best Of" selection. You’ve got Lana Del Rey, whose vibe screams “I’m haunted by bad decisions,” and Pierce the Veil, who sounds like they just discovered emotional rollercoasters and never got off. Also, what’s with all those “alternative” labels? You could’ve just saved a few brain cells and called it “Sounds Like My Therapist’s Playlist.” If Mac DeMarco is your idea of avant-garde, then I genuinely fear what your definition of mainstream is. Your most played songs suggest you’ve hit the emotional peak of teenage angst a solid ten years too late. “Romantic Homicide” followed closely by “I Can’t Handle Change”—wow, that demographic just screams emotional maturity! Are you curating your playlists or auditioning for the next season of "My Life Is a Soap Opera"? I’m just here hoping your Spotify Wrapped doesn’t turn into a cry for help, though judging by your taste, it might actually double as your diary. Let's just hope your streaming history doesn't turn into the soundtrack of your life therapy sessions!

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