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

Ah, "God," the self-proclaimed deity of a playlist that’s more like a temple of tragic emotional confusion. Your taste in music reads like the diary of someone who’s had one too many existential crises while wearing flannel in a damp basement. Congrats on achieving the surreal balance between “I’m an indie legend” and “I probably own too many vinyl records.” Alternative rock and grunge? I didn’t realize you were also trying to resurrect 1993 while neglecting to acknowledge that therapy exists. Let’s talk about your top artists. It’s like you scoured the depths of hipster hell for the most obscure acts that only appear on retro mixtapes traded by people named "Jasper." Weezer might be your god, but even they’d slap you in the face for constantly playing “Pink Triangle” on repeat. And dear "Lana Del Rey," I’m sure she appreciates your unwavering support in being the soundtrack to every cringe-worthy moment of your life. Can we just acknowledge how “Built to Spill” might be asking if you need to be built to, I don’t know, get a job and date someone who’s not an album cover? But your most-played songs? Wow. A mix of Babes In Toyland tracks would fit perfectly in a conversation about how you still need to leave your mother's basement and see sunlight. “Mother” by Babes In Toyland called, and they’re absolutely shattered that it’s your anthem rather than the warning it should’ve been. You’ve officially cornered the market on “I’m not sad, just misunderstood”—a genuine reminder that you’d still get ghosted even on MySpace. So, here’s a pro tip: lower the volume on your pain and crank up the laughter instead; maybe it’ll drown out those “deep” thoughts you keep having!

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!