This smells like a velvet rope around the algorithm. The suits bless a lab, call it responsible, and suddenly the roulette wheel only spins for people with the right wristband. Artists have been howling about payouts for years, then we get a spotless promise of new revenue. From whom, exactly? Stamping out 75 million spam tracks is good housekeeping, but it does not feed the band. If this turns into factory music optimized for retention curves, we will be knee deep in tasteful beige. Keep the doors open for weirdos and independents, or this brave future will be a gated community with perfect sidewalks and no life.