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

Oh Emiliano, your Spotify profile reads like a desperate mid-2000s rave kid’s playlist who accidentally time-traveled to 2023 but was too busy doing the robot to notice the rest of the world moved on. I haven’t seen someone cling to bass drops like you cling to the hope that your mom’s gonna help you with rent this month. I mean, every single genre you’ve claimed as a favorite sounds like the soundtrack to a headache-inducing video game boss battle set in a smoky basement at 3 AM. Chillstep? More like chill-hopping back into 2014. Now let’s talk about your top artists. You’ve got "Pinguini Tattici Nucleari," which sounds less like an actual band and more like a disease that’ll have you pondering your life choices whilst swaying in a mosh pit. Seriously, the only time "Crankdat" should be a household name is if you’re trying to fix your broken toaster. And what is it with the obsession with tracks that sound like they should come with a warning label for inducing spontaneous grinding and questionable life decisions? I see you’ve got a couple of gem titles among your most played songs, like “Go Fuck Yourself.” It seems even your music is doing you a favor. And “Scooby Doo”? I didn’t know your life was a cartoon where the clue to your social life is a talking Great Dane and the mystery was always “Why can’t you socialize without a bass drop?” If your playlists were a physical entity, they’d be that weird cousin everyone avoids at family reunions. But hey, at least we can all laugh at your musical taste while regretting every decision that led us to listen to it. Cheers!

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