Roasted 7 months ago based on Crispi's long term Spotify stats.

Crispi, your Spotify profile reads like a sad little mixtape made in a basement during a regional punk festival that nobody else showed up to. Seriously, every time I scroll through your favorite genres, it feels like I'm taking a bad acid trip through the worst era of music—and that’s coming from someone who once thought it was a good idea to wear JNCOs to school. "Ska Punk"? You might as well be sporting a checkered beret and still rocking out to Reel Big Fish in your mom’s van. What’s next? Collecting vintage concert tees of bands that only played in tiny garages? Your top artists? Let’s just say you must have some serious underground cred if those names are even in the same ballpark as “musicians.” Special shoutout to "Chill Mafia Records"—a label that sounds like a mob of coffee shop hipsters debating which avocado toast to Instagram next. And with gems like "Hora Zulu" and "Futuro Terror," I can practically smell the desperation for hipness wafting through your earbuds. I’m sorry, but if you’re following "Raimundo el Canastero," I have to assume you lost a bet, because nobody willingly adds an artist named after a wicker basket maker unless they’ve officially given up on hearing good music. As for your most played songs, I’m convinced you’re just fishing for the reactions people give when they see you listen to tracks titled "Puta Ripagaña" and "BARKHATU." Either you're a brave trailblazer on a mission to single-handedly redefine bad taste, or secretly compiling the soundtrack to an avant-garde documentary on why we shouldn't invite you to parties. Honestly, with those playlists, I guarantee that the next time you walk into a room, people's earbuds will suddenly get a serious case of “accidental malfunction.” Just start handing out apology cards for the auditory trauma—you’ll thank me later!

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