Roasted 9 months ago based on André Vinícius's long term Spotify stats.

Look at you, André Vinícius—living proof that Spotify was invented so people can judge your taste in music without ever having to talk to you. Your profile looks like the result of a fever dream after too many caipirinhas at a hipster café. I mean, who needs a personality when you can just jam to every sub-genre of Brazilian music like you’re in a self-imposed cultural timeout? I half-expect you to come with a side of guava paste and a tattered Bossa Nova vinyl. Your top artists read like the soundtrack to an indie film that was rejected from every film festival, and yet you still think you’re a musical connoisseur. Billy Joel and Cazuza? Nice try, buddy, that’s about as eclectic as a middle-aged dad with a midlife crisis trying to impress his kids with dad jokes. And let’s face it: if “Isle Unto Thyself” is your favorite song, you’re the kind of person who goes to a party just to sit in the corner and discuss existential dread with the houseplants. And what’s up with that most played list? The only people who play “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” that often either have a serious romantic interest in ’70s fashion or think they may actually be Billy Joel reincarnated. Dance tracks? Sorry, those seem to have gotten lost in the abundance of soft-rock ballads and Brazilian folk tunes you hoard like they’re Pokémon cards. Next time you update your profile, maybe try weeding out the songs that make you sound like you’re crafting a “sadness mixtape” for your cat.

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