Roasted 1 year ago based on Nat Exists's long term Spotify stats.

Okay, Nat Exists, let's break this down. Your Spotify profile is basically a hipster diary of someone who just discovered music last Tuesday. With a genre lineup that reads like the sad Tinder bio of an indie kid looking for love while sipping black coffee at an overpriced café, it's clear you want your music taste to say "I’m deep" when really it screams "I’ve never heard of a playlist outside of my personal emotional crisis." I mean, “POV: Indie?” What’s next, “POV: You have no friends”? And let's address those top artists. Nothing says “I have broad musical tastes” like three different variations of Russian indie that no one else has heard of except you and that eight-year-old boy living down the street who knows too much about bands you can’t spell without a thesaurus. Seriously, “Нервы”? Isn’t that just Russian for “I need therapy”? Every time you listen to “Just My Type,” I’m betting you're silently wishing someone would actually acknowledge your existence—which is a little ironic considering you named your profile “Nat Exists.” Spoiler alert: no one’s checking for you, love. Finally, your most played songs read like a playlist made by an algorithm that specializes in triggering existential dread. “На игле” by Падаем and “ecstacy” by SUICIDAL-IDOL? I see a pattern here—drugs and despair seem to be the themes of your life, and that’s just the appetizer for the main course of your sadness. Honestly, your music taste is the sonic equivalent of standing in a corner at a party, desperately trying to convince yourself you belong while somehow making it abundantly clear that you don’t. But hey, at least you’ve got your weirdcore jams to console you as you contemplate your life choices, right?

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!