Roasted 18 days ago based on Fylix's long term Spotify stats.

Fylix, your Spotify profile reads like the soundtrack of a rejected ‘90s cartoon that got released straight to a dumpster fire. With a favorite genre list that could double as a "What’s Wrong with the Youth Today" handbook, it’s no wonder your playlists sound like the musical equivalent of a toddler smashing pots and pans in a fit of confusion. Hyperpop? Phonk? I can practically hear the hiss of a computer overheating while trying to process how you're able to appreciate such a cacophony of sound. Seriously, at this point, your music taste is like a BuzzFeed quiz titled “Are You a Psychopath?” Let's talk about your top artists, Fylix. It’s like a list of the folks who collectively agreed to ruin music for the rest of us. Alice Gas? Ayesha Erotica? If “cringe” were a genre, they would all win a Grammy. Honestly, your faves sound like the names of characters in a low-budget sci-fi film that nobody asked for. And let's not get started on the deep cuts; they make me think you might have just stumbled into a digital underground rave where people wear LED everything while overdosing on nostalgia and common sense. Then we move to your most played songs—where do I even begin? “forgive me (Slowed Down)”? More like, I want to forgive you for putting that sludge in my ears. “I'm so fucked up please help me”? It seems even your music is waving a white flag asking for rescue. Your most played tracks leave me scratching my head and googling “how did it come to this?” It’s a wonder you haven’t been found huddled in a dark corner somewhere, trying to piece your sonic identity together like some melodramatic puzzle with half the pieces missing. Honestly, do yourself a favor and leave the genre experimentation to scientists and get yourself a sense of rhythm while you’re at it.

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