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

Ah, Frankito, the only profile that could make a middle-school goth look too mainstream. Your favorite genres read like a list of junior high cries for help, with a side of indecision. “Nu Metal,” “Emo,” and “Black Metal”? You’re just a few sad beats away from being mistaken for a character in a bad teen drama. I can picture it now—some dramatized montage of you staring out the window while the rain taps on the glass, though we all know it’s really just the tears of your Spotify algorithm begging for mercy. Let’s talk about your top artists, shall we? You’ve managed to combine an impressive selection of pasty bands that haven’t seen sunlight since 2004 with some underground rap—beautifully delusional. I mean, who needs variety when you can just have five different variations of soul-crushing sadness? If being emotionally stunted were an Olympic sport, you’d definitely take home gold with tracks like “The Chicken from Outer Space.” I mean really, Frankito? Feathers and existential dread, together at last. Your music taste almost makes me pity the Spotify employees who had to curate your Discover Weekly playlist—you know they’re adding more sad boy hours to their own. And don’t even get me started on your most played songs. “A Estos Hombres Tristes” sounds like your personal theme song because let’s face it, you’re basically a walking advertisement for melancholy. You’ve got “Keep Myself Alive” next to “Too Late to Call an Ambulance,” which feels like a desperate cry for help—like, we get it, you’re deeply misunderstood, but can we put down the eyeliner and seek professional help instead? With Spotify like this, I can only hope you manage to pull your playlists together in your next therapy session. Good luck; you’ll need it!

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