Roasted 23 days ago based on ☆'s long term Spotify stats.

Ah, ɴɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ 64 ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ 🎞, your Spotify profile screams “I have a minimum of two cats and I haven’t left my house since 2019.” With a favorite genre list that reads like a hipster’s shopping list at an artisan vinyl store, I can't decide if you’re trying to curate a melancholic vibe or just avoiding mainstream music like it’s the plague. "Bedroom Pop" and "Hyperpop"? Sounds like your playlists are the soundtrack to a teenager's existential crisis while they scroll through TikTok in their darkened room. Your top artists are a creaky, echoing reminder that originality died somewhere between the first seizure of edge and obscure internet fame. If I had a dime for every Alex G song you heavyweight adore, I would have enough to buy you a personality. Seriously, though—you must have the highest “Alex G: Loyalty Member” status in the universe, considering he’s practically your one-man musical army. And let’s not overlook how the entire "indie" scene must be shaking their heads in disbelief that you took the terms “queercore” and “riot grrrl” and turned them into a sad playlist for someone who can’t even riot against their own Wi-Fi bill. Your most played songs sound like they were written during your last bout with crippling ennui, and the fact that you've chosen to play the same few artists over and over again just reinforces the idea that you might be seeking comfort in repetition like a good ol' therapy burrito. But hey, if waving your flag for “Folk Punk” and “K-Pop” gives you the validation you need while you drown in the pool of your feelings, who am I to judge? Just remember: if music is the soundtrack to your life, yours is clearly being produced by a room of sad hipster ghosts who’ve long given up on their dreams.

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