Roasted 1 year ago based on unearth me's long term Spotify stats.

Enzo, your Spotify profile reads like the musical equivalent of a middle school art project gone wrong. It’s a wild concoction of genres that seems less like a curated playlist and more like you accidentally smashed your keyboard and let your iTunes library throw up on itself. "Shibuya-Kei" and "Hyperpop"? I mean, are you trying to represent modern music or just audition for the role of "Most Confusing Person in the Room"? At this point, I’m convinced your music taste has more plot twists than a David Lynch film, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find you jamming out to a hamster mixtape next. Top artists? Buddy, the only thing more eclectic than your artist selections is a hipster thrift store after an explosion. You think you’re the next big thing with your list of artists like "Plastic Tree," but honestly, it only confirms that you're singularly dedicated to collecting artists that no one else has heard of—most likely because they’ve already gone into hiding from the sheer embarrassment of being in your playlist. And let’s not even talk about how many times you've hit repeat on "Only Acting" like it’s the only song that exists. Please tell me you don’t cry every time you hear it. And those most played songs? It looks like your ears are stuck in a glorified loop of PinkPantheress sadness that even she’d find exhausting. We get it, you have feelings! But come on, if your Spotify Wrapped doesn't look like a breakdown analysis of a midlife crisis, are you even trying? You can't just drown everyone in your bedroom pop struggles and expect us to take you seriously. Grab a real playlist, Enzo; I promise your imaginary friends will thank you for introducing them to a world beyond the seventh tier of indie-pop obscurity.

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!