Roasted 7 months ago based on Charlee-Jayne's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Charcoal, if your music taste was a person, it would be that friend who insists EdgeFest ’99 was the pinnacle of human achievement while sporting a beanie and never quite getting over their teenage angst. With a lineup of "Nu Metal" and "Alternative Metal" that even the most die-hard 'Zillennial' wouldn’t be caught dead confessing to, it’s clear you’re on a one-way ticket to a permanent midlife crisis. Meanwhile, your obsession with “Mindless Self Indulgence” screams both your lack of self-awareness and the desperate need for a therapist. Your top artists read like a who's who of “what not to listen to if you want to be taken seriously.” Placing “System Of A Down” beside “Tyler, The Creator” is like mixing vinegar and baking soda — sure, it’s entertaining, but at the end of the day, it’s just going to explode in your face. And "Bedroom Pop"? With all that metal noise in the mix, your personal playlist sounds like you’re having an identity crisis while trying to summon the spirit of a depressed teenage rebellion you somehow missed out on. It’s a mess, but hey, it’s your mess! Finally, I see your most played songs are a delightful potpourri of meditation and existential dread. "Shut Up My Moms Calling" suggests your life's passion is running away from responsibilities, while "Cocaine and Toupees" hints at an eccentric approach to personal grooming. Who knew listening to the same dull fantasy of angst could be a full-time job? Honestly, if I wanted to hear all that whining, I’d just call my mom. So here’s to you, Charcoal, a true maestro of self-indulgent chaos!

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!