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

Yoga Kurniawan, the human embodiment of a Spotify algorithm gone rogue. Your profile reads like a sad mixtape compiled by a sadder middle schooler who just discovered the magic of angst and dad rock. Between "Indonesian Indie" and "Funkot," it's clear you're living proof that attempting to study music genres is like trying to tame a hyper toddler—untamed chaos parading around in a paradox of trial and error. Seriously, when you say "Pop Punk," are you talking about music or just the state of your love life? And can we talk about your top artists list? It's like a bad Tinder match: half of them you’ve never heard of, and the other half you just want to impress people with. "Cigarettes After Sex"? Sure, let’s all listen to music that’s as emotionally charged as the leftover pizza in your fridge. You’ve got more disconnect than a VPN in a remote village. The Adams, Laufey, and beabadoobee? Good luck trying to explain that to your friends without seeming like you went to a hipster revival meeting in a coffee shop that doesn’t exist. Your most played songs could double as therapy session soundtracks. "Pelantur" is a solid choice for when you want to wallow in self-pity, but who are you convincing here—with "50 Cent" on repeat, are you pulling a "crypto bro" aesthetic or just waiting for that one friend to call you out? Let’s be honest—your music taste is as organized as your sock drawer, which is probably filled with socks that don’t match, much like your playlists. The only hardcore thing about your profile might be the effort it takes for anyone to understand your convoluted taste. Keep trying, Yoga!

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!