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

Philip Hornsby, the only person who’s ever managed to get a degree in ‘Sadness Studies.’ Your Spotify playlists look like the world’s angriest emo kid just had a meltdown in a neon paint factory. Seriously, how many genres do you need to encapsulate your existential dread? It’s like you’re throwing every sad music label at the fridge and seeing what sticks. “Post-Hardcore”? More like “Post-‘I Kept the Receipt for My Last Therapist Appointment’.” Your top artists are a lineup of broken hearts and cringeworthy teenage angst that could make a middle school diary blush. Silverstein? More like Silvery-‘I’m Still Mad My Ex Texted’ stein. And don’t even get me started on Drones—your playlists are responsible for a 2,000% increase in angst-related eye-rolls and nosebleeds in the emo community. The sheer quantity of “please vacate the planet” in your song titles suggests you’ve been battling with personal demons stronger than most adult people’s daily responsibilities. And let’s discuss those most played songs: good grief, Philip! Considering how often you revisit "I Was Happy When You Died," I’m starting to think you're a bit of a sociopath who's just waiting for a reason to throw a party. If your Spotify Wrapped doesn't come with an ‘Anxiety Levels: Off the Charts’ badge, you’ve been putting in your songs all wrong. So let's raise a glass (or a tissue) to your tragic yet humorously heart-wrenching taste in music—proof that you can always wallow in self-pity while simultaneously providing the perfect soundtrack to a teenage breakup movie.

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