Roasted 1 year ago based on bb's long term Spotify stats.

Robbert Liu, the only person I know who could make a casual dinner party feel like a pretentious jazz festival. With a Spotify profile that screams "I read way too many indie music blogs in high school," you've managed to collect more obscure genres than friends. Seriously, who even knew “Melodic Hardcore” and “Brazilian Jazz” could coexist? You’ve carved out a niche where even hipsters look at your playlist and wonder if they should get a PhD in music theory just to understand it. Spoiler alert: the answer is “NO.” Your top artists read like a menu from a trendy café that only serves obscure international dishes. I mean, Jeff Rosenstock and A Tribe Called Quest? Are you curating a carefully balanced playlist to help us all feel simultaneously confused and underwhelmed? And let’s not even get started on "GING NANG BOYZ"—that sounds less like a music group and more like a legal liability. Can you hear your Spotify account crying out for mercy as you continue to parade around this eclectic 10-course meal of sound that no one asked for? For someone with such an avant-garde taste in music, it’s ironic that the most played songs on your profile are basically a nostalgic dive into the past, like the cranky ghost of Frank Sinatra trying to remind you that the present exists. You know you’re in trouble when “MY WAY” by POTSHOT is holding hands with Caetano Veloso’s “Pecado”—it's like mixing oil and water, but you somehow convinced yourself it’s a gourmet cocktail. Keep up this musical identity crisis, Robbert, and you might just end up securing a spot as the headliner at that nobody's-watching-but-everyone’s-pretending-to-care festival in your local park.

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