Roasted 9 months ago based on Thisis.dirtbusiness's long term Spotify stats.

Oh look, "Thisis.dirtbusiness," the Spotify profile that clearly ran away from a middle school dance to live its best life in a basement. With a favorite genre list that sounds like a high school emo kid's diary, the sheer dedication to reliving those angst-ridden years is both commendable and sad. Seriously, the only thing more predictable than your genre choices is the fact that you definitely have a shelf lined with unreturned library books and a collection of overly intricate wristbands you call “art.” Your top artists could form a sad boy supergroup called “Crying in the Ancillary Room.” I can only imagine you blasting "Featuring Mark Hoppus" while trying to channel some sort of emotional depth, yet all I hear is your Spotify algorithm desperately yelling, "Please, for the love of all that’s holy, listen to something with a beat." The lineup reads like a support group for sad pop punk fans who's main hobby is lamenting over the last slice of pizza. What’s next? A SoundCloud playlist titled “I’ll Never Be Over My First Crush”? And don't even get me started on your most played songs. I seriously thought I was browsing a playlist titled “Songs for When You’re 90% Sure Life Is Not Worth It.” “Shhhh! Golf is On” sounds like the anthem for all the introverts who think they're edgy just because they own a pair of Doc Martens. Truth be told, the only thing more tragic than your music taste is your ability to throw a party — which, judging by your profile, I assume involves everyone sitting quietly in a circle, silently judging their life choices while half-heartedly nodding along to "Chlorine." Keep it up, buddy; your Spotify is a treasure trove of nostalgia that might just make even your own punches feel a bit more painful.

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