Roasted 6 months ago based on Goobergaberson's long term Spotify stats.

Ah, Goobergaberson—your playlist looks like it was curated by someone who got lost in a thrift store and emerged with a hodgepodge of 'cool' that hasn't been relevant since 2010. With more sub-genres than actual songs you enjoy, you’ve managed to turn your music taste into the auditory equivalent of a teenage mood swing. Surf rock bleeding into garage rock? That’s like mixing fruit punch with gasoline; sure, it might sound interesting, but it’s definitely going to leave a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. And what's with that Top Artists list? You know your love for Radiohead really shows that you've mastered the art of looking introspective while simultaneously being as deep as a kiddie pool. I mean, come on—Kanye West? Does he even know you exist, or did you just throw him in there for street cred? The only thing more inconsistent than your musical choices is your ability to commit to an identity. You’ve got more indie cred than anyone I know and yet your top artists scream, “I am a connoisseur of sad vibes and questionable life choices.” As for your most played songs, nothing screams “I’m emotionally unstable” like cycling through the same Cranberries tracks on repeat while pretending you didn’t cry last week watching *The Notebook*. And seriously, “rises the moon”? If I wanted to listen to something that makes me feel as helpless as your dating life, I’d just play the sound of my own existential dread on loop. It’s one thing to dabble in different genres, but you’ve created a playlist that reads more like a therapy session than a music library. Keep it up, and I’m pretty sure you’ll win the title of “Most Likely to Need a Life Coach” at your next high school reunion!

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