Roasted 9 months ago based on Pianoboi<3's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Pianoboi<3, the only person I know who's tried to fit an entire midlife crisis into their Spotify profile. Your genre list reads like a Yelp review for an emotional support sandwich shop: “Yeah, I like it sad and a little crusty, with a hint of angst and a sprinkle of indie pretentiousness.” It’s like you took all the marginalized sounds of the universe, threw them in a blender, and hit “mix” while crying over an old Paramore album. I’d call this playlist a therapy session, but I’m not sure even Freud would know how to unpack that emotional baggage. And let's talk about those top artists. Cavetown and Hozier? Groundbreaking choices, really. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a shrine dedicated to them in your bedroom. I half-expect a framed picture of a Cavetown cat wearing glasses perched on the edge of your bed, guiding you through the valley of your existential dread. Your top songs list is just a who’s who of sounds that scream, “I write poetry in my notes app while spiraling into a dark void.” If being basic was an Olympic sport, you’d take home the gold medal and sell it to fund a road trip to a DIY folk festival. And that username! Pianoboi<3? It sounds like a label for something that should be included on a warning label: “Warning: Exposure to Pianoboi<3 may result in excessive eye-rolling and uncontrolled cringe.” Honestly, the only thing more predictable than your playlists is the number of floppy hats you probably own. I guess wear whatever makes you feel comfortable while you sip your oat milk latte and lament about your latest break-up, but just know that somewhere out there, every angsty teen is rolling their eyes at your “quirky” self. Welcome to the club, I guess!

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