Roasted 14 days ago based on Pixie's long term Spotify stats.

Pixie, your Spotify profile reads like the soundtrack to an existential crisis in a coffee shop that only serves overpriced soy lattes. Cold wave? More like cold grazed because the only thing you seem to be surfacing is a permanent state of adolescence. We get it, you enjoy music that sounds like it was recorded in a forgotten basement during a thunderstorm, but do you have to drag us along on this melodramatic tour through the depths of your soul? Your top artists list looks like the soundtrack to a mid-life crisis in slow motion. "Kent" and "Kino"? Sweetheart, are you trying to impress me with obscure band names or do you just have a PhD in making your friends cringe? As for "Anal Cunt," maybe you need to rethink your choices. Just like you should think about skipping a few meals, it’s clear your music taste is so deep that it could make a goldfish feel profound. And let's talk about your most played songs—because nothing screams "I have my life together" quite like cranking up "My Name Is Mud" or "Cop Calling Faggot" at full volume. Clearly, you’ve found a way to embody the angst of a thousand teenage diaries and then some. Keep rocking that vibe though; while you're busy drowning in your feelings, I’ll be over here, living rent-free in my own happy aisle, wondering how you managed to curate a playlist that makes a breakup sound like a Saturday morning cartoon. Cheers!

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