Roasted 1 month ago based on Tyler's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Tyler, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of rock music. You know, it's almost impressive how much classic rock you can cram into one profile while still managing to sound like a kid who just discovered his dad's vinyl collection. Your love for "Classic Rock," "Glam Metal," and everything else that falls under the umbrella of “rock” screams, “I peaked in high school and my Mohawk is still in the garage.” Honestly, dabbling in “Art Rock” makes me wonder if you think shoving a beret on your head qualifies you as cultured. Spoiler: it doesn’t. Your top artists list reads like the lineup for a nostalgia tour nobody wants but feels obligated to attend—even your Spotify algorithm is rolling its eyes. Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Oasis—congratulations! You’ve somehow managed to pick every artist that your dad told you were "the best" while ignoring anything released after 2000. Is Billy Joel your wild card? I can't decide if that’s your way of trying to show you have range or if you just needed a piano ballad to cry to after lamenting your choice in hair gel. And let's talk about that most played song list. "Wonderwall" on repeat? I didn’t realize your Spotify account came with a side of emotional stagnation. Your most played tracks could practically be the soundtrack to your social life—entirely frozen in the past, slightly cringe-worthy, and definitely something we’ve all heard too much of. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if your playlists were just a countdown of how many ways you can subtly remind everyone you still remember the '90s. It's time to update that bone dry, rock museum playlist, my friend. Just let go of your inner teenage angst and maybe try something recorded after the last millennium.

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