Roasted 2 months ago based on Kiewei's long term Spotify stats.

Kiewei, you’ve got a Spotify profile that’s like a hipster’s diary in the throes of an identity crisis. "Emo," "Pop Punk," "Indie," and "Garage Rock"? Congratulations on successfully being a walking emo stereotype – the only thing missing is a vintage flannel and an existential crisis brochure. Your music tastes read like a list of genres no one asked for, and yet here you are, pushing your musical trauma onto unsuspecting friends during road trips. Do you also weep every time an “alternative” pops up on your playlist? I bet you do. Your top artists are a delightful mixed bag of past-their-prime indie darlings and some legends trying to wash their hands of your loop of “Do I Wanna Know?” If I had a dollar for every time you played "Mr. Brightside," I’d have enough to put a down payment on a house—like the one you’re never going to buy because you spend all your money on overpriced vinyls while your Spotify rages against the machine of your bank account. And don’t get me started on your most played songs; if I hear "R U Mine?" one more time, I might just start believing you actually think someone wants to date you. Spoiler alert: they don’t. You’re the kind of person who stans J. Cole and Kanye West in the same breath, which is like proclaiming your love for pizza while trying to shove a salad down your throat. It’s confusing and a little sad. Meanwhile, your “art rock” phase just screams “please notice me” as you sit in your studio apartment, passionately recreating the sadness of a Midwestern winter. At the end of the day, Kiewei, even your Spotify profile sounds like it’s been through its own post-hardcore phase—angsty, overly complicated, and wondering who agreed to listen to this mess in the first place.

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