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

Ah, Giovanny Hidalgo, the self-proclaimed curator of the world's most epic "sad girl summer." With a favorite genre list that reads like the whimsical remnants of a 13-year-old's diary, it’s clear that your taste in music is just as confused as you are about your own identity. "Metropopolis?" Really? Sounds like the trendy cousin of a made-up genre that only exists in your Spotify account. I don't even know if that was an attempt at being avant-garde or just typing gibberish after a long night of vibing to sad bangers and losing your grip on reality. Your top artists resemble the lineup for a highly questionable brunch where everyone shares a collective throat-clear. Taylor Swift and Halsey might want to take out a restraining order against you for needlessly overplaying their tracks! And come on with the obsession with Melanie Martinez—are you trying to impress your therapist or just trying to unravel the mystery of your own inner child? Maybe throw in some actual rock music next time, or you know, go outside and touch some grass. It might do wonders for that "POV: Indie" perspective of yours. Your most played songs are a carefully crafted soundtrack for—what, exactly? A midlife crisis at 25? Not even a quarter of those vibes scream "party," and more like "I am oversharing my emotional spreadsheet over a glass of wine." “DEATH” by Melanie Martinez is the perfect mantra for your Spotify life. Here’s an idea: why not throw in some real chaos into your playlists? You know, shake it up a bit! Stop leaning into the emotional wreckage and add something a little bit more… alive. Please, there's only so much "boss bitch" energy I can handle from somebody whose most played song is from a send-off for your playful childhood trauma.

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!