Roasted 2 years ago based on Ramzi Chariag's long term Spotify stats.

Listen, Ramzi, I see you proudly flaunting your Spotify profile like it's some kind of metal badge of honor, but let’s be real: calling your taste "diverse" is like saying a cake made of only one ingredient is a gourmet dessert. Your playlist reads more like a midlife crisis than a well-curated collection of tunes. How many sub-genres of metal do you need? Do you secretly believe you’re going to create the world’s first “Death Doom Stoner Rock” orchestra? Spoiler alert: it’s just a symphony of existential dread. Your top artists list is essentially a “who’s who” of musicians whose music is great for a funeral but terrible for, you know, any social situation. I mean, who put George Wassouf in there? It’s like you couldn’t decide between being a headbanging metalhead and a fan of emotional Arabic ballads, so you just threw caution to the wind and created a musical abomination. Is that a breakup song or a death wish? You’ve inadvertently created the soundtrack to an identity crisis. And those most played songs? "Giza Butler"? More like “Gee, Is That What You Call a Playlist?” Let’s be honest, you collect those deep cuts as if they’re Pokémon cards—convinced their obscure nature gives you street cred. You can’t keep playing “Call to Satan” every day and expect the dark lord to throw you a bone; he’s a busy guy with better things to do than listen to your cringe-ready mixtape. Just remember, Ramzi: when it comes to music, the only thing heavier than your playlist should be your heart. Good luck with that!

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