mokina turns melancholy into warmth in her coastal dream “True”.
Some songs slip into your life like a tide — quietly, insistently, until you can’t remember the moment they arrived. mokina’s “True” is one of those. Released nine months ago and still echoing softly in our minds, it’s the kind of track that lingers, not out of nostalgia, but because it feels like truth whispered through salt air.
It begins gently, with an acoustic guitar that sounds like it’s been waiting all day for dusk. There’s something beautiful in how mokina builds from that fragile opening — her voice gliding in with a tenderness that turns melancholy into something unexpectedly comforting. It’s as if sadness has been ironed flat, smoothed out until it feels like satin against the skin.
That softness extends through the song’s slow, graceful evolution. The production stays minimal, almost shy, letting the intimacy breathe. When the chorus arrives, it doesn’t demand attention — it hums into familiarity, that kind of refrain you find yourself humming absentmindedly after a couple of listens. By the third spin, you’re singing along without meaning to, caught in its quiet orbit.
There’s a weight to “True” that feels emotional but never heavy. Maybe it’s because mokina doesn’t overreach — she lets her imperfections, her bilingual fragility, and her small hesitations live in the sound. Recorded along the Portuguese coast with French-Canadian producer Jérémy Lachance, the track feels lived-in and sun-dappled, like a diary written in sea breeze and static. It’s melancholy, yes, but it’s also caring — a soft landing for messy feelings.
About Mokina:
Born between languages and raised by the sea, mokina calls her sound “coastal cowgirli” — a mix of lo-fi folk and alt-pop minimalism that somehow makes sadness feel cinematic. Working between English, French, and Portuguese, she crafts music that’s both introspective and quietly defiant, as if she’s building her own little world rather than trying to fit into one. Her upcoming EP “mirage” promises to keep exploring those delicate contradictions: love as illusion, loss as clarity, and the tender blur in between.
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