Roasted 25 days ago based on tired's long term Spotify stats.

Hey Tired, if your Spotify profile were a person, it would definitely need a mid-life crisis and a personalized therapy plan. I get it, your love for "Neo-Psychedelic" and "Indie Rock" is adorable—like a toddler trying to dress themselves for the first time. It's cute that you’ve turned your personality into a vintage record store’s clearance bin, complete with hipster vibes and a side of pretentiousness. Honestly, I can only imagine the reaction of people when they catch a whiff of your curated playlists—"Is this a desperate attempt to sound interesting or just a sad middle school diary entry?" Your top artists read like the classy version of an emotional support animal—a bunch of sounds that were probably recorded in someone's basement while they were also contemplating their existence. Tame Impala? More like Tame your expectations, because it seems your music taste is a little overcooked and pretentious. It's like someone handed you an artisanal sampler platter of angst and nostalgia, and you decided to eat all of it while pretending to be deep and introspective. You could literally serve your music choices in a tiny mason jar and sell them at a farmer's market, complete with a QR code linking to your last existential crisis! And don't even get me started on your most played songs. “April 8th” and “Bullet in the Brain” together create a wonderful life motto that's basically “Welcome to the pit of despair!” It's as if you’ve created a soundtrack for every moment you’ve ever wallowed in self-pity. “California Dreamin’”? How about California crying instead? You seem to have taken emotional escapism to an art form—too bad it only leaves the audience with despair and a craving for decent Spotify recommendations. So here’s a tip: next time, try blasting something upbeat, like a Dua Lipa banger, instead of music that makes you feel like you need to call a therapist!

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!