Roasted 7 months ago based on notreallyclyde's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, notreallyclyde, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of sounds that make you feel like you’re lost in a time warp, just waiting for the right moment to discover that dealer you had in college. I mean, how many “psychedelic” bands does it take to change a light bulb? Apparently, ten. Your profile reads like an alternative music festival that forgot to book any actual talent. “Jam Band” as a genre? That’s just a fancy way of saying “we didn’t bother to write actual songs but guaranteed the crowd can still suffer for hours.” Your favorite artists could be the soundtrack to a hipster apocalypse where the only survivors are too busy discussing the intricacies of a tambourine solo to realize they’re slowly starving. Phish and the Grateful Dead? Wow, bold choice! Nothing screams “I’ve given up on my social life” quite like dedicating a quarter of your listening time to a band whose only qualification for existence is to keep people spouting nonsense for a solid twelve-hour stretch. Bob Dylan? Yeah, definitely a classic—if we’re talking about musicians whose voices could shatter glass and your will to live at the same time. And let’s talk about your most played songs. I dare you to play those tracks for someone who hasn’t graduated from an artsy liberal college and see how fast they run away. "Witchoo," “You Enjoy Myself,” and “Disco Yes”? You sound like you’re hosting a late-night soul-searching session in a yoga studio filled with people desperately seeking enlightenment while being mildly annoyed by your pretentious playlist. So here’s a tip, notreallyclyde: maybe switch things up a bit. Try adding something with an actual beat—like the sound of a microwave dinging—just so your aura can break a smile for once.

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