Roasted 11 months ago based on Diavolu's long term Spotify stats.

Diavolu, your Spotify profile is the sonic equivalent of a butterfly trying to cross a freeway—confused, chaotic, and ultimately a tragic spectacle. Browsing through your favorite genres feels like scrolling through the diary of a twelve-year-old who's just discovered hot topics and Mood Rings. J-Rock? Visual Kei? Are you trying to send me back to my awkward middle school phase or launch me into an anime nightclub hosted by a berk with ear gauges? You’re like a walking music festival, but instead of floating lotus flowers and meaningful lyrics, I’m left with a cacophony of panic and breakdowns. Then there's your list of top artists—it's like you threw a dart at a board of “quirkiness” and decided to go for the bullseye. DIR EN GREY and My Chemical Romance? Wow, congratulations on still wearing your angst like a badge of honor. And nothing says ‘I have my life together’ quite like having both Billie Eilish and Kero Kero Bonito elbowing each other for space. The only thing these choices scream louder than your overhyped playlists is “I’m just a few playlists away from an existential crisis playing in the background.” And let’s talk about those most played songs. "flutter" by julie? Really? What is it about a hollow sound and repetitive lyrics that makes you feel like you’ve peaked? This mix is less ‘diverse’ and more ‘a desperate attempt to collect musical Pokémon.’ “DADDY ! DADDY ! DO !”? Last time I checked, that’s not a lively call for the playlist but a cry for help. It’s almost as if you’ve compiled a soundtrack to your life as a sad meme—captivating for a moment but utterly baffling when you try to explain it to someone outside your bubble. Keep that auditory circus rolling, Diavolu; I can't wait to hear the next wave of surprising existential choices.

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