Roasted 2 years ago based on Ashe Anne's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Ashe Anne, the proud curator of a Spotify playlist that sounds like a midlife crisis in the making. Your favorite genres list reads like a hipster's manifesto, a desperate scream for attention when you're not busy sipping artisanal coffee or debating the merits of vinyl versus digital. I mean, "Chamber Pop"? Really? Sounds more like the playlist you’d listen to while organizing your antique collection. And can we talk about that genre list? The only thing underground in your music taste should be your social life—which I assume is as lively as a graveyard at midnight. Your top artists are like a Tinder profile: an eclectic mix that ultimately screams “I’m trying too hard!” Seriously, The National followed by $uicideboy$? That jump from somber introspection to existential despair is so jarring it should come with a warning label. Also, no offense, but with Lana Del Rey in the mix, I'm convinced you’d cry if someone stepped on your thrift store tote bag. You’d throw the world’s most dramatic pity party while raving about how Billie Eilish is the voice of your generation. Spoiler: she’s not. Let’s not even start on your most played songs, which sound like the soundtrack to a really awkward therapy session. “I Need Your Body”? I guess that’s appropriate given that you probably haven’t left the house without a good reason since before the pandemic. And with those song titles, I’m pretty sure you might just be one angst-fueled scream away from writing a novel about your cat’s existential crisis. Ashe Anne, if your music taste were a person, it’d be that friend who dramatically recounts their worst breakup for the third time at a party—cringey and way too invested in their own narrative.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!