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

Daniel, my dude, looking at your Spotify profile is like stumbling upon a mixtape curated by a teenager who just discovered Google Translate. Reggaeton and Trap Latino—what is this, a playlist for a summer block party attended by five dudes with questionable haircuts? With as much Mora as you have, your Spotify could essentially be a tribute to a sad, melodramatic brand of chicken noodle soup for your soul. I genuinely hope you have a pet llama to match your taste, because they’d surely understand the auditory heartbreaks you seem to be into. And can we talk about your top artists? I see you slinging your love for Bad Bunny and Duki like it’s a hot burrito at a food truck. Sweetheart, if you wanted to isolate the intellectuals in a room full of musical snobs, just drop those names and you’ll have them running for the hills. Watching you rationalize your love for "Argentine Rock" while worshipping Mora is like watching someone try to make a “cuisine fusion” with expired takeout. Gustavo Cerati must be rolling in his grave every time your “most played songs” playlist gets played at a party—like, talk about bringing the vibe down! Honestly, Daniel, your playlist is the sonic equivalent of that one friend who can’t stop trying to convince everyone that pineapple belongs on pizza. Also, with titles like “badtrip :(” and “TE VI EN MIS PESADILLAS,” it sounds like your music taste is less about catchy rhythms and more about unresolved emotional trauma. You know it's bad when the summary of a 'feel-good' experience sounds like an ode to therapy sessions. If I had a dollar for every time your playlist gave me confused existential thoughts, I’d be richer than your Spotify library makes you feel.

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!