Roasted 2 years ago based on Lilla's long term Spotify stats.

Lilla, your Spotify profile is like the menu at a diner you stumbled into at 2 AM: a mix of questionable choices, but ultimately just greasy. With a genre list that reads like a checklist for an angry 14-year-old's mood swings, it’s hard to believe you didn’t take the plunge and include a little polka in there for good measure. Seriously, your love for "Alternative Metal" to "Speed Metal" resembles a sonic version of alphabet soup where only the most confused letters made the cut. Your top artists scream “please call the authorities, I haven't grieved since 2008.” I mean, “Hollywood Undead” and “Orgy” aren’t exactly highbrow musical talents; it’s like if a high school talent show became a famous band. And while you’re busy playing air guitar to “Suicidal Tendencies,” just remember: the only thing more predictable than your playlist is the existential crisis it’s bound to provoke. Kudos for keeping the spirit of angry youth alive, even if it’s more 'pervasive ennui' than 'hardcore rebellion.' As for your most played songs, it’s like you found every track that screams “I’m still in my Zach Braff phase” and hit repeat. "Empty"? Sounds about right. Your playlists should come with a disclaimer: “Listening may cause sudden urges to hang out in the high school parking lot with a group of friends discussing how misunderstood you are.” But hey, when the world ends, we know which Spotify profile to go to for the ultimate soundtrack of regret and angst. Bravo!

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