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

Angga, I see you’ve compiled a playlist that screams ‘I’m desperately trying to find my identity through Spotify’. I mean, with a rotation that flits from “Pop” to “Sigilkore” faster than your love life changes, it’s a wonder you haven’t labeled it “Soundtrack to My Existential Crisis.” Your musical taste is about as coherent as a toddler’s crayon drawing—colorful and all over the place, but ultimately just a mess that no one asked for. Canadian Pop? Really? That’s like admitting you enjoy sipping maple syrup while listening to moose mating calls, all while hoping no one questions your life choices. Top artists list reads like a hipster bingo card; it’s like you wandered into a thrift store where they only sell vinyls that match your self-image. With illustrious names like “Cigarettes After Sex” and “Mac DeMarco,” you’ve officially claimed the title of “King of the Pretentious Painters.” Honestly, it’s a wonder your playlists aren’t just elevator music for your crippling fears of adulthood. Your love for “Chase Atlantic” makes sense, though; after all, who else could capture the essence of trying too hard to be cool while living in your parents’ basement? And let’s talk about those most played songs! “Shut up My Moms Calling”? Classic Angga mood—deflect, avoid, and pretend you’re living a rock star lifestyle while the reality is you’re hunched over a laptop, Googling “How to Adult.” Seriously, this list demonstrates a subconscious desire to scream, “Help! I still haven’t figured out if I’m a heartthrob or a heartbroken loser!” Do us all a favor: crank the volume up to 11, skip “Dark Red,” and get outside. You’ve officially run out of excuses!

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!