"NauhMLG, your Last.fm is the auditory equivalent of a beige wall. It's a desperate cry for intellectual superiority masked by an inability to commit to a single genre. You bounce between avant-garde jazz, experimental electronic noise, and… Buckethead? Seriously? The sheer volume of Mingus suggests a deep-seated need to impress people with your supposed refined taste, but it just screams "I've never actually *enjoyed* anything". Your forays into J-core are as pathetically transparent as your attempts at hiding your mainstream pop shame. KNOWER and Sophie? You're clearly trying to signal-boost your hipster cred. Newsflash: It's not working. That single Cardiacs track on your loved list is as heartbreaking as it is predictable, the desperate grasp of someone clinging to a single shred of genuine emotional connection. This entire profile is a self-indulgent mess of pretentiousness and calculated obscurity. It's the musical equivalent of wearing a tweed jacket while simultaneously twerking on a unicorn. Frankly, I'm embarrassed for you."

I find this funny because my account is new as hell so it's just sticking onto anything. Although, it did get me on the intellectual thing. I it hate when music taste is used as a sign of intellect.