Roasted 1 year ago based on Vamphellsing's long term Spotify stats.

Scoobert Doobert? More like Scoobert Doodoo. You’ve got a favorite genre titled “POV: Indie,” which sounds an awful lot like an excuse for you to justify listening to half-baked songs while sipping on overpriced oat milk lattes in a dimly lit cafe. Congratulations, you’ve successfully curated a playlist that screams “I’m trying too hard to be unique, but I’m just as basic as a pumpkin spice latte in September.” And let’s not even get started on your “Permanent Wave” genre—is that a music style or a description of your hairstyles from 2016? Your top artists read like a hipster’s yard sale: Eminem and a bunch of bands that sound like they should be headlining a goth convention in a basement somewhere. I mean, it’s impressive that you've managed to spin “Stan” and “Love The Way You Lie” a thousand times each while also pretending to appreciate the emotional depth of Mitski and the ethereal gloom of Bauhaus. Are you okay? Because half of your playlist sounds like it should come with a side of existential dread and the other half is just Eminem having a chronic case of the feels. The only thing scarier than your taste in music is the fact that you clearly have no idea what you’re into. And don’t get me started on those most played songs. It’s basically Eminem's greatest hits and a random sprinkle of “who even are they?” You’re like the poster child for “I swear I have diverse music tastes” but end up being the walking embodiment of “I just discovered my dad’s old CDs.” So buckle up, Scoobert, because the only thing more cringey than your Spotify profile is that bio pic of you trying to look deep and brooding while sipping on your fourth cup of cold brew.

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