Roasted 28 days ago based on Rahul's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Rahul, I guess when you’re not busy pretending to be some kind of avant-garde music connoisseur, you’re jamming out to the same Tame Impala tracks on repeat like it’s a never-ending loop of existential dread. Seriously, you’ve got more Tame Impala on your playlist than an angsty teenager with a Spotify Premium trial. At this point, they should just make a “Rahul Edition” album that cycles through your favorite songs and save you the embarrassment of having to hit 'shuffle'. Your genres read like a hipster’s shopping list that got lost in a bubble tea café. “Neo-Psychedelic”? Really? Sounds like you slurred something out after one too many kombucha brews. When you tell people you're into “Art Rock,” I can’t help but picture you standing in front of a blank canvas, nodding knowingly, while someone asks if you like Tame Impala... again. And “Dream Pop”? The only dream I’m having is that you can finally pop out of this musical time warp and discover some variety—like, I dunno, a dose of 2000s pop or possibly anything that doesn’t sound like it was recorded in your grandma's attic. And can we talk about your most played songs? It’s like you have a serious obsession with the notion that “Let It Happen” means you should just let your taste in music wither away into a sad echo of the same five tracks. You’ve made Tame Impala your one-man band, and honestly, at this rate, they might as well start charging you rent for all the streaming you’re doing. You’ve got such a narrow music palate, I wouldn’t be surprised if the only spices in your kitchen are “plain” and “boring.” Bravo, Rahul! You've managed to take being an indie music fan and turn it into a competitive sport for the most repetitive listening experience of all time.

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