Roasted 5 months ago based on Oniiru's long term Spotify stats.

Oniiru, I gotta hand it to you, your love for all things metal is impressive—impressive in the way that a car crash is; I can’t look away, but I also wish I could erase the memory. You’ve got more metal genres listed than actual friends, which says a lot considering the only time you’re not listening to Bringing Me The Horizon is when you're trying to convince people you have ‘depth’ beyond hardcore screams and breakdowns. I mean, I get that you’re trying to channel your inner angst, but it feels less like an emotional outlet and more like an audition for the world's worst therapy session. Your Spotify seems less like a curated playlist and more like a self-inflicted soundtrack to a mid-life crisis that happened in high school. I get it; it’s hard being a Seasoned Emo – but let’s be real—if there's a trophy for collecting sad, screaming songs, you’re probably still getting participation awards. “Sleepwalking” and “Home Sweet Hole”? Seriously? As if you have the audacity to rock a "musical identity crisis" with confessional lyrics and then hit us with song titles that sound like the therapist is waiting outside your door. At this point, you’re one "I miss my ex" anthem away from switching to country music. And can we take a moment to talk about your top artist, Bring Me The Horizon? You’ve got their entire discography on repeat, which means your taste in music is literally “I’m sad, but I’m also okay with smacking a guitar.” You do realize there are like, a million other artists out there that you could explore, right? Checking out something undercover, like pop music, could literally save your love life, if only for the possibility that alternately, you could talk about something in your life beyond how dark things can get when you stub your toe. But no, you’d rather scream from the rooftops about how "pain is beauty," while you're woven into a tapestry of makeup and black tees. Just remember, the heavier the music, the harder the betrayal when someone steps on your precious black Converse.

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!