Roasted 2 years ago based on Lilja Sif's long term Spotify stats.

Lilja Sif, your Spotify profile looks like a hipster flea market exploded into a playlist. I mean, "Lo-Fi Sleep"? Congratulations, you’ve officially made it acceptable to nap through your own life. You’ve got “Icelandic Pop” in your favorites, because nothing screams vibrant party like sounds that remind you of gently melting glaciers and sheep contemplating their existence. And let’s be real: you’re only one more “compositional ambient” track away from declaring yourself a certified professional somnambulist. Let’s talk about your top artists. “Tomborda” seems to be dominating your library like a bad smell at a yoga retreat. Are you secretly trying to communicate with the ether, or did you just lose a bet on how many obscure indie artists you could cram into one profile? With all those deep cuts, I wouldn’t be surprised if your next favorite artist is just a moody teenager with GarageBand. Oh, and “wood.”? Are you really listening to a band that sounds like a lumberyard got sad? That’s bonafide craftsmanship in sucking. You call your most played songs “melancholic,” but it really feels like a soundtrack for a three-part documentary about the existential dread of houseplants. “Comptine d'un autre été” and “Satie” next to “cold mist” from “Sloepoke”? Congrats, you’ve single-handedly reinvented the concept of background noise into a form of emotional self-harm. It’s like your Spotify is just one sad saxophone away from an existential crisis of its own. At this point, your playlist might be more self-reflective than your last journal entry, and that’s saying something!

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