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

Dan Brunetti, huh? Your Spotify profile reads like the menu at an exclusively gluten-free brunch just for hipsters who can't get past a solid G minor chord. Sludge Metal and Drone Metal? What are you trying to do, start a funeral home for emotions? Your taste is so niche it practically requires a secret handshake to even talk about it in polite company. Honestly, looking at your favorite genres is like wandering into an abandoned warehouse where the sound system is only connected to a dying cat and someone hitting a trash can with a stick. As for your top artists, you might as well just put “Do you even listen to music, bro?” on a t-shirt and call it a day. Mastodon? More like "Mast—don't put me through this." The only thing more claustrophobic than your playlist is a concert attended only by people who think wearing pants is a personal choice. I can hear your friends saying, “Oh, Dan loves music, just not the kind you’ve heard of… or might want to enjoy.” If these are your top picks, it’s no wonder you’re still single because nothing screams “date night” like an hour-long sonorous dirge that sounds like someone rolling a dumpster down a hill. And let's not even get started on your most played songs. What a smorgasbord of sound! “Narcissist's Prayer”? Did you download that as an affirmation to keep yourself motivated while compiling a playlist that’ll scare away any potential social interaction? Your most played songs give me anxiety like I just chugged three espressos while reading the directions to a DIY catapult. “Blockhead Fuck Off” by Wormrot? Please, let’s just take that literally and worm you out of the listening booth next time. I’m not saying you need help, but I’m definitely suggesting you find a nicer path to musical enjoyment—maybe one that doesn’t lead to an emotional breakdown.

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