Roasted 17 days ago based on in death was once beauty's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, "Horrific Impulsif"? More like "Horrifically Impulsive" if you ever thought your music taste wasn't a cry for help! You’ve somehow managed to curate a playlist that sounds like a soundtrack to a mid-life crisis—is the Grim Reaper your personal DJ? Your favorite genres read like the list of an angry middle schooler's diary entries. I half-expect to see “Screaming at Walls” and “Smashing My Parents’ Hopes and Dreams” as categories to round out that symphony of angst. And those top artists, oh boy! It’s as if you took a death metal starter pack and decided to expand it into an even more chaotic shopping spree in a Norwegian forest equipped with nothing but growls and major regrets. Lorna Shore and Immortal Disfigurement? I didn’t realize we could pick bands based solely on how much they sound like my last breakup. And speaking of breakups, was “MØL” your attempt at justifying walls of screams with a sprinkle of petty nostalgia? If I needed a soundtrack to crying into my pizza, I’d still choose “The Cranberries” over this gothic opera set to personal failure. The most played songs list should come with a disclaimer: “Listening to this will decrease your chances of making friends and increase your love for existential dread.” "Castle in the Sea" and "End of Beginning” must be on repeat around your house because you're trying to convince yourself that life has more depth than the shallow end of your Spotify library! With all the darkness you’re vibing with, I’m surprised you haven’t uploaded a self-titled album called “My Therapist is Concerned” yet.

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!