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

Ashley Franke, the enigma wrapped in a flannel hoodie, defined by a Spotify profile that's like a hot topic clearance rack. With a favorite genre lineup that screams “midlife crisis” before you even turn 30, it's amazing to see just how many ways you can severely mismanage personal growth. I mean, “Canadian Metal”? It sounds like you just got tired of listening to real metal and started scouring the internet for those not-so-cool cousins of the genre. When life gave you lemons, you decided to mosh your way into a pit stocked with Canadian Club and angst instead. Your top artists read like a who's who of "someone please help me." Ice Nine Kills and Papa Roach? Most people leave high school crushes behind—yet here you are, clinging to every note as if it’s a lifeline. It's like you’re perpetually stuck in 2004, listening to those bands while everyone else has moved on to actual therapy. And I must mention, Lady Gaga? Clearly the wild card here; she must be thankful to be your soft palate amidst all that screaming and gnashing of teeth. It’s like you needed a break from the existential dread and just couldn’t help but throw in a pop star for good measure. And let's not even get started on your most played songs; it’s a confusing mixtape of prepubescent rage and existential dread. “Dance The Night” by Dua Lipa—honestly, it’s the only glimmer of hope in that playlist. If your Spotify wrapped doesn’t come with a side of incense and a therapist’s bill, then I’m afraid you’ve done something terribly wrong. At least be proud of your unique taste; after all, you’ve single-handedly kept the Canadian music scene afloat while clinging to your breakdowns like comfort food. Rock on, Ashley. Or should I say "awkwardly thrash on"?

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