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

Drew, your Spotify profile is an absolute monument to teenage angst and existential dread. It’s like a museum of all the angsty phases you’ve never outgrown. Seriously, the moment anyone sees “Riot Grrrl” in your favorite genres, they’re immediately on high alert, wondering if they should call a therapist or prepare for an intense discussion about the socio-political implications of eyeliner. We get it: life is hard, and who better to convey that than a guy ready to squeeze every drop of tears out of a bleached emo fringe. Your top artists read like the soundtrack to a middle school diary that never got past chapter one. It’s a mash-up of cringe and nostalgia that could only appeal to those who are still figuring out their hair products but think they’re deep for quoting "Welcome to the Black Parade" at least twice a week. Honestly, “Radiohead” as a favorite? Cute. That’s almost as brave as saying you’re an adult who still watches cartoons on Saturday mornings. Just remember, sending a link to “Fiona Apple” isn’t going to magically fix your relationship issues; it takes more than just moody tunes to make your partner smile instead of sigh heavily. And can we talk about your most played songs for a second? You’re like a walking My Chemical Romance tribute band. Five out of ten tunes dedicated to a group that peaked when flip phones were in style? My dude, it’s time to update your playlist before “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” becomes your morning alarm clock. If your Spotify library was a person, it’d be reclining on a fainting couch loudly exclaiming how misunderstood it is. Just let it go, Drew. The only thing more stretched than your playlist is your credibility in claiming you know “classic rock.”

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