Roasted 2 years ago based on Oorlagh McCourt's long term Spotify stats.

Oorlagh McCourt, where even your favorite genres sound like the playlist of a midlife crisis trying to connect with their inner child. Seriously, Pop and Contemporary Country? You’re just one step away from adding “Music for Car Rides with a Distracted Kid in the Backseat” to your library. And Ambient Lo-Fi? Let’s be real – it’s just background noise for when you’re too embarrassed to let your Spotify wrapped show you got taken over by your own anxiety. If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone describe their music taste with “Dance Pop” and “Cyberpunk” in the same breath, I’d finally have enough cash to buy something that doesn’t make me question your life choices. Looking at your top artists, it’s clear that you’ve put more effort into curating a playlist than most people put into their dating lives. Taylor Swift and Luke Combs? I get it; it’s the musical equivalent of wearing bubblegum pink while trying to be edgy. Guided by the soft glow of Midwestern sunsets, you’ve gathered a group of artists who sing about heartache and tractor rides, all while moonlighting as certified “I was cool in high school” nostalgia. But what’s with the appearance of Carpenter Brut? Is that your desperate attempt to convince people you have a bit of an edge, or just a way to give yourself an excuse to rave in your living room while crying over Luke Combs? And don’t even get me started on your most played songs. At least half of them sound like they belong on the playlist of someone desperately trying to feel something while scrolling through Instagram. “snowfall,” in its numerous incarnations, is practically begging for help—like the soundtrack to your heart’s breakdown after that last breakup in high school. It’s like you’re just afraid to move on and keep adding ‘slowed + reverb’ to everything you play, hoping one day that emotional hangover will feel validating. So here's a suggestion: maybe step out of the ethereal fog of your Spotify profile and try something that isn’t designed for the sole purpose of reminding you that it’s okay to cry… alone.

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