Silyla Drops The Anti-anthem Of The Season

With “it’s summer (& I hate you)”

POSTED BY ZOE TYLER

Indie-pop darling and bedroom-pop shapeshifter Silyla just threw the rulebook out the car window—and probably screamed along with it. Her latest single, it’s summer (& I hate you), is here to soundtrack your post-heartbreak spiral and your glow-up, depending on the day. A shimmering sugar crash of raw honesty and pure pop instinct, this track hits like a warm breeze laced with jet fuel.

Written like a freestyle and stitched together with demo vocals left intentionally unpolished, the song pulses with spontaneity and intimacy. Produced by her partner Rndmbeats during one of their no-pressure jam sessions, it’s summer (& I hate you) wasn’t even supposed to see the light of day—but sometimes, what’s made in the chaos of love and boredom hits hardest. “Whatever we naturally fall into that day, we follow and do,” says Silyla. No industry formula. No pretension. Just vibes and emotional precision.

Sun-Soaked Spite, but Make It Art

There’s something deliciously wrong about how right this song feels. It’s glossy and low-key messy, drenched in nostalgia and bite. Think Billie Eilish in a Softies t-shirt crying in the club, or PinkPantheress, but with a little more Scorpio rage. This is heartbreak radio for the emotionally fluent, and it belongs on repeat. “This one really hit us,” Silyla says, calling it a spiritual cousin to her last single What Was It All For?—another confessional gem in her rising catalog. With its summer (& I hate you), she nails the rare combination of emotional devastation and BPM-ready freedom.

Silyla Is Not Slowing Down

Fresh off a standout performance at Sonic Hub’s LUVPOP.WAV showcase in London, Silyla is stacking her résumé with indie accolades and cult cosigns. From BBC Radio 1Xtra to COLORS, Rolling Stone India to iHeartRadio, her name keeps surfacing—and rightfully so. The world-building is strong, the aesthetic is intentional, and the vibe is heartbreak wrapped in bubble wrap.

Go ahead. Add it to your crying-in-the-car playlist. Scream the chorus with the windows down. Let the breeze carry your bad decisions away.

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