Sahil Uprety
Pop · Hyperpop
WhoA voice, before it was a name.
Raised on late-night radio and monsoon quiet, he found that a song could hold what plain words could not. The guitar came first. The nerve to sing came slower.
One honest line at a time.
The work floats in.
Releases drift like memories — not cards.
RootsWhere the songs come from.
Dust on old cassettes. The ache of a train pulling away. He writes from small, ordinary heartbreaks — the ones everyone survives and no one forgets.
The city at three in the morning.
The long way here.
Tune the dial. Every station is a night he still remembers.
A room that went quiet on its own.
The first time. He knew then.
Drag to tune
Under the lights.
Enter the venue.
Contact sheet.
Frames from the cutting-room floor.
What's coming.
New songs are taking shape — quieter in places, braver in others.
- Untitled No. 4Writing
- The Monsoon TapeTracking bass
- A quiet oneMixing
Join the inner circle.
Early demos, first listens, and the occasional letter from the road. No noise — just the music, before anyone else.
Or just write to me — sahiluprety2014@gmail.com