Upcoming Releases
Lexter Adam: Poppy, Come over
Coming soon: The moment before dreaming starts. Eyes half open, the mind pulsating between seasons.
So to speak, the return of a dream that never truly ends.
Poppy, Come Over pulses in the shadows between memory and desire. Driven by hypnotic rhythms and soft-spoken urgency, this track marks the moment where night melts into something else—fragile, breathless, glowing—dissolving into morning under sunlight you can’t ignore as it caresses your sleep.
The album is on its way, but let me dare: a second release will follow—
a remix EP, a mirror, a deepening. You wouldn’t want to miss either.
A whisper from the past.
Poppy Dreams become reality, drifting into The Summer of '24.
Were you called? Will you follow?
Poppy, Come Over lingers at the edge of sleep—half dream, half memory.
With minimal beats, soft textures, and whispered vocals, the track traces the slow descent into stillness after the night has ended. It’s a quiet plea for surrender, a final call before fading.
Woven from fragments of a sleepless winter morning, Poppy, Come Over is the hidden heartbeat of Poppy Dreams—fragile, hypnotic, and full of longing.
What can I say?
Maybe all of this happened before sunlight kissed the mouths of those who stayed.
Do you want to be kissed away?
Lexter Adam: Honey
Honey is the first drop of spring — golden, sticky, and full of promise. With deep house grooves, vintage elegance, and surreal imagery, Lexter Adam captures the moment just before everything begins. From the buzzing urge to dive into life to the slow, sensual pull of sunlight and sound, this six-track release melts longing, rhythm, and memory into a hypnotic awakening. A musical ode to transformation, tingling skin, and the beauty of not yet knowing what’s to come.
What else is there to say?
Have you ever been on a journey not knowing where the road would take you? Just listened to the birds, just hummed along with the bees and bumbles?
Just explored your ancestors’ lives, comparing yourself with the generations before?
Just like a bee — searching for your beehive?
You don’t know where the honey comes from — but you need more, and more, and more?
Collect your experience, as I’ve collected all of mine in these words.
Listen to the collection of honey-driven waves.