Roasted 20 days ago based on Frankie's long term Spotify stats.

Alright, Frankie, let's break this down. With a Spotify profile that reads like a mid-2000s Hot Topic sale rack, it’s no wonder you like metal—it's the only thing heavy enough to match the weight of your despair! Your favorite genres look less like a playlist and more like your emotional support animal, and I’m just wondering why you’re still carrying around all that angst when you could just open a window or get a hug. Just remember, too much metal can cause irreversible hearing loss... but that might be the aesthetic you’re going for, eh? Now, let’s talk about those top artists. You’ve got more “-metal” variations on your list than an awkward high schooler has excuses for not going to the gym. “Mors Principium Est”? Sounds like a spell to summon your lost sense of self. And “Tenacious D”? Call me crazy, but when you throw in Kyle Gass and Jack Black with the rest of your death-laden picks, it feels like a cry for help wrapped in a hilarious time capsule where maturity gets stuck in a mosh pit. At least you have someone with a sense of humor in there to balance out the existential dread. Last but not least, your most played songs give a glimpse into your soul—if your soul was a broken record stuck on “angry teenager mode.” “Losin' Streak” by Hazbin Hotel? I'd advise you to diversify those playlists before you start showing up to family gatherings and discovered you’ve become that one cousin who only listens to music that sounds like a funeral procession. Your musical taste is a thrilling ride down a highway of heartache, but maybe consider adding a little color to that dreary landscape—unless, of course, you want your life to sound like a monotone dirge while the rest of us enjoy the party.

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!