zacfreebairn

Ah, a true connoisseur of the "I listened to the radio in 2005 and then occasionally checked in with whatever my little brother was playing" school of music appreciation. Your top artists read like a Spotify playlist curated by a particularly unadventurous algorithm: Oasis and Coldplay for when you're feeling nostalgic for a time when guitars were still broadly popular, and Kanye and Drake for when you want to feel relevant, but not too relevant. And Travis Scott? Clearly, you're embracing the future, or at least, the future as envisioned by someone who really loves Autotune and ad-libs.

Your top tracks, on the other hand, are a fascinating journey through the sonic equivalent of beige. "Slide Away" and "Listen Up - Remastered" are the audio equivalent of a comfortable, worn-out armchair – familiar, perhaps a little dusty, but ultimately safe. Then we pivot to "Nights" and "Nikes," which are like the slightly-more-modern throw pillows you bought to jazz up said armchair. And "Amsterdam"? Well, that's just a reminder that you probably do have a passport, even if your musical explorations rarely extend beyond the well-trodden paths of commercial success.

And the genres! Britpop and Madchester – a delightful nod to a bygone era of swagger and questionable haircuts. Then, like a sudden turn down a dark alley, we're hit with rap, grime, and UK grime. It's as if you discovered that music could, in fact, be exciting and challenging, but only in the most widely accepted and accessible forms. It’s like you dipped your toe into the vast, turbulent ocean of modern music, realized it was a bit chilly, and then promptly retreated to the predictable warmth of the shallow end. Bless your predictable, yet undeniably listenable, little heart.