Roasted 6 months ago based on EMME's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, EMME, the walking soundtrack to a middle-school art project gone horribly right. You’ve got a Spotify profile that reads like an indie kid’s manifesto from 2014—complete with more genres than are in an avant-garde film festival. “Art Pop” and “Trip Hop”? Wow! Is this a Spotify profile or the soundtrack for when you’re trying to make a grilled cheese while contemplating the meaning of life in your mom’s basement? And your top artists list? It’s basically a gathering of the most depressed coffee-shop regulars in the universe. I mean, I thought they handed out complimentary lattes with every Björk track you played, but it looks like you just collect songs that make your Spotify algorithm more complicated than a calculus equation. Do you need a thesaurus to explain how you got so deep into “Bolero” when you can’t even get your friends to agree on where to eat dinner? But let’s not forget your most played songs—they scream “I only leave my house to buy records and mourn my existence.” With titles like “Why Am I Alive Now?” and “It’s My Fault,” it feels less like a playlist and more like the soundtrack to a dramatic therapy session. Honestly, I don’t know what’s more painful: your musical choices or the existential dread you’ve somehow bottlenecked into a single Spotify account. Keep it up, and you might just win the award for “Most Likely to Cry During a Concert.”

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