Roasted 8 months ago based on Edd's long term Spotify stats.

Well, Pagan Poet, I see you’ve curated a Spotify profile that’s essentially a culinary disaster where every genre is overcooked, and your favorite artists are all the obscure spices that nobody knew how to use. "Art Pop"? I mean, nice try, but the only thing artful about your playlist is how you’ve managed to make pretentious sound like an Olympic sport. You’ve got more indie going on than a hipster coffee shop, and let’s be real here: if I wanted to hear "Bedroom Pop," I’d just walk past a college dorm on a Friday night. Your most played songs read like the soundtrack to a millennial’s existential crisis. Who hurt you? "Ur Mum" by Wet Leg isn’t just a catchy tune; it’s arguably the best description of your taste in music. It must be tough to listen to "1991" on repeat when you still haven’t figured out how to time-travel back to a year that’s not riddled with your Spotify likes. There’s enough angst in your playlist to power an emo revival, and yet here you are, sifting through K-Pop like it’s your salvation. Spoiler alert: it's not. And let’s talk about your top artists. Nothing says "I’m haunted by my own choices" like listing Paris Hilton alongside legends such as Kate Bush and Azealia Banks. It’s like if we hosted a dinner party for the greatest minds in music, and you invited that one friend who consistently shows up with a bag of chips and a half-eaten cupcake. You need to put the “fun” back in your “dysfunctional” because, at this rate, your Spotify profile reads like a therapy session gone wrong. Get better taste, or prepare for a lifetime of ear torture!

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