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

Warren, my dude, your Spotify profile reads like the diary of a teenage goth who just discovered that *Deathcore* has lyrics longer than their own attention span. With a playlist teetering on the edge of a heavy metal breakdown and a possible existential crisis, I'm surprised your phone hasn't spontaneously combusted from the sheer amount of angst it has to endure. You don't just listen to music; you seem to dive headfirst into an abyss of incomprehensible riffs and growls that would make even a lion reconsider its life choices. What do you tell people? "I prefer my tunes like my emotional struggles—intense, incomprehensible, and utterly despairing"? Your taste in artists looks like a band lineup for a "Let’s Scare the Neighbors" concert. I mean, with names like "HATE COMPLEX" and "DIESECT," it's clear your music is just one amp away from raising the dead. Any chance you’re just a necromancer trying to cultivate a personal mosh pit of lost souls? If only your social skills could shred as hard as the guitar riffs you worship, maybe you’d finally snag a date that doesn't come with a side of "I'm not really into screaming." Let’s be real, Warren, the amount of "hardcore" in your playlist could rival a boot camp for emotionally stunted mid-2000s metalheads. And then we get to your most played songs—seriously, "dislike" is a track you had to play on repeat just to convey your entire mood? I can’t help but wonder if your playlists were designed to scare off any potential friends. Instead of bonding over common interests, you bring them into an auditory minefield that’s more explosive than a family reunion after Thanksgiving dinner. Keep jamming out to your angsty anthems, mate! Just remember, there’s a fine line between “loving metal” and “needing a hug”—and you seem to be dancing directly on it.

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!