This Is What Healing Sounds Like (With Better Headphones)

We’re cooking up something fresh at Koda.
Long nights, loud music, and way too much caffeine.
Wanna hear what’s blasting in the background while we create cool shit?

Hit the link here — we’re dropping weekly playlists straight from the team.

First up: our guy @andre_hinds is setting the tone.
Here’s a sneak peek at what he’s been vibin’ with this week:

There’s something kind of hilarious about stumbling into an entire genre like it’s a spiritual awakening in a soft-focus thrift store. Bedroom pop found me somewhere between heartbreak and healing—somewhere in that post-30s limbo where your knees crack a little louder, but your taste in music softens into something sweeter, smarter… maybe even sadder.

This playlist started as something casual. A few songs I liked. Something to play while editing a video or overthinking a text a few years ago. But slowly, these tracks became a mirror, showing me different versions of myself—some I missed, some I avoided, and some I’m just now learning to respect.

You’ve got LadyWilde’s “Feel Again” kicking it off like a cautious toe-dip back into vulnerability—because feeling things on purpose is risky business, especially when you’ve lived long enough to know what comes after. From there, it flows into “Lazy Lover” by Babe Club, which feels like a love letter to all the relationships that never quite got out of sweatpants phase. Cozy, familiar, a little emotionally stunted. Relatable.

Then there’s “Fears” by MTNS, which hit me like an accidental drunk confession in the parking lot of a Waffle House at 3am —the kind of song that reminds you you’ve got emotional depth, not just sarcasm and Spotify Wrapped stats. And Doom Flamingo’s “Somebody”? That one’s a neon-soaked existential crisis in disco form. Danceable loneliness. We love to see it.

By the time Childish Gambino’s “Redbone” slides in, it’s not even about the lyrics anymore. It’s a vibe shift. A late-night reflection on all the things you should’ve stayed woke for—love, opportunity, the warning signs. The falsetto doesn’t soothe you, it judges you gently, and somehow, you thank it, but cautiously like an ex lover wishing you a happy birthday out of the blue.

The real thread through all of this isn’t genre or tempo—it’s the emotional arc. This is playlist-as-self-portrait, not curated for cool points, but because these songs helped shape the emotional GPS I now use to navigate love, loss, and ambition.

Music says what bios can’t. Behind all the branding, campaigns, and creative hustle, I’m just a guy sorting through old feelings with new headphones. And maybe that’s the point: staying open, staying curious, and letting the next track surprise you.