Roasted 2 years ago based on w.a.dobson's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, w.a.dobson, what a treat it is to stumble upon your Spotify profile. Your taste in music screams "I wear all black, even in summer," while your playlist looks like it’s straight out of one of those “how to cry in the shower” guides. Seriously, dude, you have more subgenres than a confused metalhead has birthdays. “Finnish Melodeath?” Is that a real thing, or did you just Google “scary names” and accidentally stumble into a Facebook group for sad people with guitars? Your top artists could be the soundtrack for a funeral—or a really aggressive therapy session. You clearly have a PhD in brooding, as if you think your soul is an ancient artifact that needs to be guarded from all things happy and bright. Listening to Nightwish on repeat is like drinking cold coffee every day; it’s clear you’ve committed to never feeling joy again. "Gothic Metal," “Progressive Metal,” “Gothic Symphonic Metal”? At this point, how many times can you rebrand sadness into something more elaborate? Just call it what it is: a one-man funeral party that’s way too into thematic tattoos. As for your most played songs? They all sound like the soundtrack to your existential crisis. “Voices of Doom” by Mono Inc.? Wow, really going out on a limb there, Sherlock! I’m surprised your Spotify doesn’t come with an accompanying support group for “people who thought this wouldn’t spiral out of control.” But hey, keep embracing that brooding misery; it matches your profile picture perfectly, and at least your cat appreciates your dedication to creating the mood every time you kick back and stare longingly into the distance.

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