Roasted 11 months ago based on Skye Butchard's long term Spotify stats.

Skye Butchard, huh? Your Spotify profile reads like an indie film script that no one asked for, but we're all awkwardly watching anyway. Art Pop and Hyperpop? What’s next, a genre dedicated to the sound of your anxiety? I get it, you’re trying to be edgy, but honey, there’s a fine line between “experimental” and “this sounds like my cat stepped on the keyboard.” Your playlists are a wild ride through a thrift store dumpster; eclectic isn’t the same as undirected chaos. Your top artists read like an artsy hipster bingo card! Charli XCX and Kelela are your go-tos, while Beyoncé must be the on-call therapist you pretend to ignore. Big Thief and billy woods? We get it; you want to let everyone know you’re more profound than your Instagram captions. Let’s be real, if there was ever an award for trying way too hard, you’d win it while listening to “Chillwave” on repeat. Is your goal to sound unique or just confuse the hell out of anyone who asks what you’re listening to? Now, let’s talk about those most played songs. "Don't Cover Me" and “I’m All Fucked Up?” Sorry, I can’t tell if you’re crying for help or just vibing on a Tuesday night. Your life must feel like a constant loop of existential dread sprinkled with "interesting" background noise. Honestly, you should add a disclaimer to your profile: "Warning: listening may induce an identity crisis, or at the very least, a deep need to purchase seasonal pumpkin spice items.” If your playlists were a meal, they’d be a nine-course dinner of confusion served with a side of ‘What the heck is this?’

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