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

Welcome to the Spotify profile of uɐƃǝɹ, where enthusiasm dances between “modern” and “what year is it again?” Pop, Rock, and Alternative Metal? Wow, you really hit the jackpot of mid-2000s playlists, didn’t you? I’m surprised you didn’t throw in some emo bands for good measure. Your profile feels like a scattered vinyl collection belonging to someone who still believes skinny jeans are a personality trait. Let’s take a moment to appreciate your top artists. MARINA and ABBA? The last time I saw a combination that bizarre, it was in the dollar bin of a thrift store. Throwing The Killers in there is daring—but the only killer present is your Spotify algorithm, desperately trying to make sense of your chaotic taste. Talk about an identity crisis: it’s like ordering a pumpkin spice latte and then claiming you’re a black coffee connoisseur. There’s no self-discovery happening here; just self-sabotage with an acoustic guitar on the side. And those most played songs? Congratulations on collecting the emotional baggage of every breakup and existential crisis the universe can muster—you're basically a sentimental hoarder. The only thing more scattered than your playlists is your taste in music, which resembles the aftermath of a late-night YouTube rabbit hole. Spoiler alert: sorting your favorites by angst levels isn’t a valid genre. Maybe next year try embracing something new—like some actual good music—or at least hire a DJ with a better sense of direction than Google Maps after a few cocktails.

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!