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

Oh Wren, your Spotify profile is like a thrift store exploded in the 2000s—utterly chaotic, utterly embarrassing, and oddly fascinating. The sheer number of niche genres you claim to love could only be matched by the number of people who scroll past your profile thinking, “Please, don’t let that be me.” “Sillycore” and “Bubblegum Bass”? Is this a music genre or the latest trend in candy-making? Pretty sure your playlists are the reason the music industry has therapy sessions. Your Top Artists list looks like the lineup for a very confused middle school talent show. I mean, Jack Stauber, three times? I get it—his music is like an indie fever dream, but come on, even he drew the line at having you on repeat. Lana Del Rey is just trying to figure out how to get away from the horror show of unfiltered emotion that is your favorite music, while Mac DeMarco is probably wondering why he signed up for the role of your personal soundtrack. Meanwhile, I'm shocked Radiohead hasn't put you on a watchlist for auditory distress. And those top songs? "Crucified" by Army of Lovers is fitting because I can't help but feel like that's what everyone who’s ever heard your playlist is doing, too—praying for mercy. “Aerials” sticks out like a sore thumb, and not in a good way. Are you trying to demonstrate your unique ability to have terrible taste? Congratulations, you’ve succeeded! Between aquatic ambience and a song called "Go Kitty Go," I'm not sure whether to admire your creativity or rescue you with an intervention. So keep it up, Wren; you're the only person I know who would make a mixtape for a funeral and somehow still come off as too upbeat.

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!