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

Stevo, my dude, your Spotify profile reads like the soundtrack to a goth kid's existential crisis at a Norwegian winter festival. You’ve got enough black metal in here to keep an actual black hole busy. “Oops, all metal!” should be your new slogan because your variety is about as exciting as a vinyl of oatmeal. At this point, even your playlists are filing restraining orders against your taste because they're tired of the oppressive bleakness. Let’s take a moment to appreciate your top artists. “Cannibal Corpse” and “Misfits”? Come on, Stevo! That’s like saying you enjoy a nice steak but then chasing it down with a bowl of nails. Your profile says “Pagan Black Metal,” but I’m starting to think you should rebrand it to “Pagan Black Hole” since every song you play is sucking the color out of your soul one track at a time. In a world where your neighbors are jamming to pop, you’re the guy blasting the chaos of life-averse screams at full volume and making it sound like a funeral procession on repeat. And the most played songs? Each one is a sad attempt at soundtracking the impending doom you think you're embracing. You really are a connoisseur of evenings spent alone, staring at the wall, contemplating life’s futility. With such grim titles like “Dying Embers” and “Nocturnal Fire” in regular rotation, it's like your Spotify is constantly trying to remind you that it’s okay to see the sun once in a while. Embrace some funky bass lines or at least sprinkle in a little joy, or the day you finally start blasting something with a beat will be the day the universe praises your name.

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