Roasted 3 months ago based on hi's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Kuroba, the musical embodiment of a mid-2000s weeb that never quite let go of the cringy past. Your Spotify profile reads like the lost and found bin of an anime convention, overflowing with Vocaloid anthems and questionable life choices. It’s like you went to a 'How to Alienate Every Possible Social Circle' seminar and got a gold star for effort. If "Hyperpop" were a crime, you'd be serving a life sentence in a cell made of neon lights and e-boy haircuts, and the only thing you’d be allowed to listen to is your own poor taste screaming for help. Your top artists are a playlist of identity crises wrapped in chaotic soundscapes. IOSYS—seriously? Are you trying to trick your family into thinking you’re a productive member of society while you bop to songs about magic fairies and absurd numbers? You know the only thing louder than their beats is the sound of everyone in the room suddenly developing selective hearing. You’ve collected artists like Pokémon cards, but sweetie, there are no evolutions here, just regressions. You probably think "Goreshit" is a compliment to your life choices—cue the eye-roll and the dramatic hair flip. And let's not even get started on your most played songs—the titles read like an unholy mashup of a bad Google Translate job and a third grader's fever dream. “魔理沙は大変なものを盗んでいきました”? It better be your dignity. I can’t tell if you’re jamming to EDM or summoning ancient spirits into your room while your Wi-Fi connection weakens from the sheer cringe. So go ahead, strap on your headphones and dive deeper into this chaotic abyss; at least it saves the rest of us from hearing your music choices out loud.

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