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

Ah, Pun. Your Spotify profile reads like a middle school diary that can’t decide whether it’s angsty or just pretentious. I mean, with a favorite genres list that includes “Permanent Wave” and “Neon Pop Punk,” you might as well just slap a beanie on your head, grab a handful of avocado toast, and call yourself an indie icon. Who knew one person could curate such a chaotic mix of music that sounds like it was pulled from a teenager's playlist after three late-night thrift store runs? You really must have some deep philosophical thoughts to share while listening to “T-pop” and “Thai Indie Rock” — like, is ‘there’s a better life out there’ your brand slogan? Your top artists lineup is a curious blend of anxiety and nostalgia. "Fall Out Boy" and "Coldplay" in the same breath? Are you trying to resurrect the ghosts of the emo scene while simultaneously crying into your vanilla chai latte? And let’s talk about “TaitosmitH” and “Molchat Doma” — Wow, we get it, you’re cultured! You must think you're the only person who found these bands on a Spotify rabbit hole at 3 AM. Too bad you forgot to actually enjoy some of the popular stuff while you were at it. You're like a hipster walking around with a "No Music On A Dead Planet" shirt, while still being blissfully unaware that your favorite tracks involve mots de réveil no one else even knows exist. Then there's your most played songs, which seem to cater to the niche demographic of people who want to wallow in sadness while also reminiscing about music that should’ve stayed in the early 2000s. “Trying to Feel Alive” by Porter Robinson? More like “Trying to Feel Something That Isn’t Existential Dread.” And let’s be real, if “Scratchcard Lanyard” is your number one track, you should probably scratch for help, because that’s a hefty dose of sad and we all know scratching just leads to regrets. If your taste in music were a person, it would be that one friend who shows up to a party and immediately corners you with a long-winded explanation of why their favorite band is underground and oh-so-unique. So congrats, Pun! You’ve officially become the human equivalent of a vinyl record: outdated, overpriced, and only appreciated by a select few who are too embarrassed to admit they like what you listen to!

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