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

Oh Oliver, your Spotify profile reads like the love child of a hipster's fever dream and a bad rave. "Epadunk"? Is that a genre or a sound a cat makes when it steps on a keyboard? I can already picture you sipping kale smoothies in your craft room, curating “vibes” while pretending to understand the depth of existential dread in Swedish pop. Seriously, though, you couldn't pick a more niche lineup if you tried—if it doesn’t have at least three layers of irony, it's simply not on your radar. Your taste in artists is like a scroller's choice after they've had too many craft IPAs. Lana Del Rey? Sure, let's wallow in our deepest sorrows; Sia? Perfect for singing the words to yourself in the shower and pretending you're in a music video. “A$AP Rocky” chilling next to “Melanie Martinez” makes me wonder if you’re trying to create a soundtrack for some tragic coming-of-age movie that never got the green light. Just admit it; you’re trying to impress someone who wears berets unironically and believes bonfires are spiritual gatherings. And then there are your most played songs. I mean, “Господи, прости меня” by IC3PEAK? Congratulations, Oliver! You’re the only person on the planet who thinks that is suitable for a Friday night party. Your playlist craves attention more than a toddler who just learned how to use “no” in a sentence. If your music reflects your personality, it’s like walking into an art gallery where every piece is a mixed response to someone asking if pineapple belongs on pizza. So go ahead and keep your “unique” tastes, but don’t be surprised when people don’t show up to your Spotify “listening parties.”

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