Roasted 2 months ago based on Joey's long term Spotify stats.

Joey, your Spotify profile reads like a hipster's diary that accidentally fell into a vat of sadness and Swedish meatballs. Seriously, "Sleater-Kinney" so many times? It's like you're trying to summon a riot with your headphones instead of joining the actual one. Your taste in music screams “I’m deep,” but the only depth you’re achieving is six feet under the weight of all those angsty tracks. With a lineup of artists that sound like they were rejected from a 90s music festival, maybe just admit you’re hoping for that underground cred while secretly singing along to ABBA. And let’s not even get started on your top songs! "Virolainen New York"? I didn’t know “what the hell is this” could be a genre unto itself. I half expect your playlists to come with a warning label: "CAUTION: May induce eye-rolls from anyone who hasn't renewed their glasses prescription in the last decade." The only thing more repetitive than your obsession with “Sleater-Kinney” is your dating history—you're just recycling the same mundane tracks hoping something sticks. You must think you're so avant-garde, but we all know you’re just one plaid shirt away from being a walking “please like my soundcloud” ad. So here’s a thought: try broadening those horizons, Joey. Throw in some embarrassing pop hits or that random guilty pleasure you claim to have for "Glee" songs. Because right now, your profile is less “modern blues” and more “who let the sad boy in?” You keep clinging to sub-genres like they’re the last lifeboats on the Titanic, but newsflash: it’s time to let go of the iceberg and maybe do a little more vibing instead of striving for victim status. Because between the riot grrrls and the blues rock, your taste is like an indie film that no one asked for, yet somehow, you're the star—and not in a good way.

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!