Roasted 6 months ago based on Charlotte's long term Spotify stats.

Charlotte, I have to hand it to you: curating a Spotify profile that looks like it was made by a hipster who just got dumped by their barber is no easy feat. I mean, you’ve dedicated your entire existence to genres that sound like they’d be played in a coffee shop where everyone carries a plant but refuses to admit they don’t know how to water it. 'Madchester'? Really? That’s just a fancy way of saying you enjoy music that has the same level of self-awareness as a toddler finger-painting with their own snot. Let’s talk about your top artists. It’s as if you took a dartboard of pretentiousness and threw a couple of darts blindfolded to assemble that list. You’ve got Taylor Swift cozied up next to Death Grips as if they’re long-lost siblings who just found out they’re both involved in indie music but refused to ever talk to each other at the family reunion. I half-expect to see "The Smiths" next to a picture of you sobbing into a vinyl while penning your manifesto about why lo-fi beats are superior to any form of sunlight. And what are we doing with those most played songs? "Girl, so confusing featuring Lorde"? That sounds like a therapy session waiting to happen, not a track that you'd proudly bump in your headphones while contemplating life choices. You've got a playlist so eclectic that I half-expect an ad for a man bun grooming kit to pop up mid-song. Try to mix it up a little or embrace your identity as the ultimate hipster cliché—either way, it's going to be one awkward ride down your musical rabbit hole!

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