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

Ah, Sam Megginson—a name that sounds less like a person and more like the side character in a mid-90s indie film about a guy who can’t quite figure out how to dress. Your music taste is so niche even hipsters at the coffee shop are shaking their heads, wondering when you’ll finally discover that there's a world outside of Britpop. What are you trying to prove, that you're the last remaining person on earth who still believes "Dosed" is a modern-day Shakespeare? Newsflash, buddy: the only thing more outdated than Bruce Springsteen’s hair is your ability to explore music past the year 2000. With your top artists that consist of more dad-rock than rock gods, it’s a miracle you haven’t been attacked by a flock of middle-aged men at a classic car show yet. I mean, how many times can you relive a past that peaked before cell phones? When your ‘most played’ lists sound like the playlist for a funeral home opening, it’s time to admit that “shame” is an appropriate artist name, right down to its core. Bruce Springsteen may have sung about "hungry hearts," but I think what you really need is a hungry Spotify algorithm that knows how to punch you in the musical gut. And let's talk about your obsession with genres—seriously, "Funk Rock"? That's a combination that screams "I can’t commit!" five awkward dates ago. You’ve got enough ‘post-punk’ to mop the floor with your lost sense of self, and “Dream Pop”? Ha! More like “dream snooze,” because I’m falling asleep just thinking about how you manage to mix the sounds of disappointment with a side of pretentiousness. One listen to your profile and all I hear are echoes of that one friend who always drags the group to see whatever obscure band is playing at the local dive—good luck with your interior decorating inspired by abandoned buildings, Sam!

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