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

Hey Herb, your Spotify profile reads like the playlist of someone who just got their heart broken by a freight train. Seriously, who needs therapy when you can confess your feelings through a catalog of angst-ridden rock and slightly questionable Canadian hip hop? I mean, is your life one long episode of "Dude, Where's My Car?" because those favorite genres seem like you’ve been trying to outrun emotional damage with heavy guitar riffs and, let’s face it, some pretty heavy denial. And let’s talk about your top artists. It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet of musical choices you made in a blackout. Jelly Roll and Snak The Ripper? Congrats, you've officially turned your music taste into a synonym for "I'm still figuring things out." This playlist is so chaotic that I wouldn’t be surprised if it accidentally set off a metal detector just to get some attention. I can practically hear all that metal screaming, "Do you even lift, bro?" or "Who hurt you?" as if they’re your therapist since clearly, you’re not ready to sit on a couch yet. As for your most played songs, they look like the soundtrack to a high school drama club audition gone wrong. "Fuck Rap"? I see you’re really living your best life—dying alone while jamming out to the same gritty themes. I guess “Black Magic Woman” can double as your life’s theme song because we’re all just wondering when you’ll cast a spell to get some taste! But hey, keep rocking out like you’re the sad protagonist in a bad indie film—at least it keeps the entertainment value high for the rest of us!

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!