Roasted 7 months ago based on Trivellin's long term Spotify stats.

Trivellin, with a Spotify profile as cohesive as a toddler’s first crayon drawing, you’ve managed to create a collection of favorites that reads more like an Italian IKEA assembly manual than a playlist. “Italian Trap,” “Drill,” and “UK Drill”? What’s next? “Hyperlocal Drizzle” and “Episcopal Screamo”? Your musical taste is an international spy thriller that never quite gets off the ground—plenty of drama, but ultimately just a lot of noise without any substance. If I wanted to hear chaos on repeat, I’d just play a video of you trying to explain your favorites to someone over a plate of spaghetti. You’ve somehow managed to turn Simba La Rue into your own personal soundtrack as if he’s the soundtrack to your life’s greatest hits, which is, honestly, a disservice to the art of music itself. Listening to your top songs is like being trapped in a car with a very opinionated backseat driver who really should just learn how to navigate life on their own. I get it; “CASA” and “LATITANTE” are catchy, but does that mean you have to hit repeat as if your life depends on it? We get it, you’re a fan—your fingers are practically glued to the play button. And those top artists? I didn’t realize the nominations for the “Who’s That?” awards were out. With names like “Zefe” and “Baby Gang,” it’s like you’re trying to launch an underground street gang instead of cultivating a refined palate for music. This lineup is so niche that any time you play a track, it should come with a disclaimer: “Listen at your own risk, no mainstream sanity allowed.” Maybe it’s time to branch out beyond the drill scene—unless, of course, you’re trying to put together the world’s most exclusive, “who are you even?” listening party. In that case, carry on!

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!