Roasted 16 days ago based on Duncan Idaho 🐣's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, My Cocaine 🐣, you're really setting the bar for 'white girl music' here, aren’t you? It’s like your playlist is a graduate thesis on how to be emotionally available yet somehow completely detached. Dream Pop and Chillwave? I mean, at this point, you might as well add "Ambient Noise from Last Week's Therapy Session." If there was a competition for the most pretentious music taste, you'd serve as the inspiration for all the contestants. Just admit it: every time you hit play on a Sleigh Bells track, a piece of your indie soul dies a little more, and yet, you keep hitting repeat like it's some sort of self-harm. Your top artists read like a Google search for "Bands That Parents Will Applaud but Look Confused About." Silversun Pickups? Congrats on keeping the early 2000s alive, but we were all hoping they'd stay buried under the weight of our collective cringe. And can we talk about your obsession with Sleigh Bells? It’s a little concerning, honestly! You’ve played their songs so much, maybe they should start paying rent at your place. Let’s be real here: if listening to them gave you a diploma, you’d somehow still get stuck at the end of a community college. And the genres? Please, "Jangle Pop" sounds like a snack you’d find in a middle school locker. Garage Rock? Pretty sure nobody ever planned to get stuck in there, and yet here you are, treating it like a warm blanket. Your musical taste is a labyrinth that leads directly to the side of the road where all the broken dreams and unfulfilled potentials rest. At this point, I'm half expecting your next top song to be the sound of you crying in a coffee shop, layered under some lo-fi beats.

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!