Roasted 3 days ago based on MILOOOOO's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, MILOOOOO, with a name like that, I can only assume you either think you're a forgotten Disney character or you have a stubborn case of the keyboard mashing. Seriously, your favorite genres read like the playlist of a confused teenager who just discovered mood swings. “Can’t decide between rock, metal, and pop? Just throw them all in and see which one makes your parents cringe the hardest!” Your music tastes are like a teenager’s wardrobe: a little bit of angst, a sprinkle of basic, and a whole lot of uncertainty. Let’s take a closer look at your top artists. Gorillaz? Classy choice. But Alex G and Ella Boh? Did you just stumble upon an underground coffee shop and throw darts at a board of independent artists? Not that I have anything against eclectic tastes, but mixing Nirvana with Sabrina Carpenter feels like a weird cult gathering where nobody knows what they’re supposed to be worshipping. And speaking of weird, what in the actual hell is a “3OH!3” doing on your list? This is either your guilty pleasure or you accidentally left it on repeat while cooking and thought it was a cruel punishment for forgetting to take the trash out. And oh boy, the most played songs! “Sk8er Boi” and “A Match Into Water”? Wow, talk about consistency! It’s like you’re forever trapped in a 2000s nostalgia loop, praying that one day you can relive that perspective while it still somewhat makes sense. But then there’s “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush, an apparent cry for dramatic depth after a playlist reminiscent of a slightly unhinged high school dance. You really need to find a therapist who specializes in music intervention. Just remember, it’s totally okay to enjoy your guilty pleasures, but turning them into your whole identity? That’s a whole different kind of metal.

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!