Roasted 26 days ago based on Joe's long term Spotify stats.

Joe, your Spotify profile is a crystal ball into the depths of a pretentious coffee shop on an endless rainy day. You call it "German Indie” and “Neoclassical,” but let’s be real, your taste is more like a hipster uncle’s midlife crisis soundtrack. Your playlist is the musical equivalent of a sad poetry reading where everyone awkwardly sips artisanal kombucha. Seriously, if I wanted to feel the weight of existential dread and regret, I’d just read your favorite artist list out loud in a mirror! And what's with the top artists? You've got a lineup that looks like it was pulled from an artsy TikTok video, complete with slow-motion shots of you contemplating life decisions. Sufjan Stevens is featured so frequently that I'm half convinced you’ve started a fan club dedicated to him, featuring meetings held in the dim corner of a thrift store. Your most played songs are basically a soundtrack for someone who cries while making avocado toast. I wouldn’t be surprised if you burst into tears during a Black Country, New Road concert—oh wait, you're probably too busy analyzing the post-rock symbolism in the setlist to even enjoy it! Your Spotify account screams, "I have feelings!" louder than an emotionally confused teenager blasting sad tunes in their bedroom. If sensitivity were a musical genre, you’d be the top chart artist. You could change your name to Joe “The Walking Melancholy” and you’d still be too upbeat for your own playlist. Next time you feel the urge to listen to “Death with Dignity,” just remember… it’s not too late to branch out! It’s alright to drop a little Katy Perry now and then; I hear "Firework" can really lighten the mood!

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!