This is my tribute to Edgar Froese, in January is it 10 years since you passed away ...you are and always will be my legend ❤️

Echoes

My great old friend @pax_h requested me to do an instrumental version of what I personally think is my greatest track I made so far. Removing the vocals left a gap, so .... had to add more melody to it.

Enjoy

Silent Eclipse

When I was out with my dog yesterday I got this melody stuck in my head ...when I got home it was still tormenting me. It's simple childish melody but I had to get it out my head so I could find peace once and for all.

So I made build around the melody into this track to release it from my mind. 

But I was strongly going to keep this track private because it is not as elaborate and ambitious as my other works. Rae and Pax convinced me to open it as music-making is, after all, mostly about sharing one's feelings and this was the feeling I got when I was out with my Lia.

Vacuum emerges as a natural continuation of its predecessor "Hydrosphere", carrying forward the immersive atmosphere but with a more defined pulse. Built around more noticable Phuse arpeggios and a steady, rhythmic analog bassline, the track pulsates with a hypnotic energy. A distant voice drifts through the void, echoing in the vast emptiness, as layers of sound evolve organically, drawing deeper into the unknown. A journey through space, time, and the weightlessness of thought.

Vacuum

Somewhere beyond the veils of dawn, a whisper took form.
Born from the breath of forgotten stars and the warmth of a thousand unseen suns,
Aerwyn drifted into being — weightless, timeless, endless.

She dances on the winds where light is memory and silence holds the shape of dreams.
Each motion, each pause, carries the pulse of a soul unbound —
rising ever higher, ever freer, into skies where no words are needed.

Aerwyn is not a voice, but a feeling.
A glimmer at the edge of perception.
A reminder that even in silence, the spirit soars.

Aerwyn

A fractured world seen through the eyes of a restless mind.
Delusion drifts across mist and broken ground, where reality bends, splinters, and reforms without warning.
Born from the chaos within, it is a journey through shifting illusions —
a glimpse of another soul, forever searching, forever moving, never settling.

Delusion

Stillwater
Nothing moves. And yet, everything unfolds.
A mirror-like surface hides a deeper current where each tone is an echo of something lost, something found.
Just faraway voices, carried like whispers over water — elusive, tender, eternal.
This is more than music.
It’s a state of being. A place.
Stillwater.
Where silence speaks.

Stillwater

Reverie is not a thought — it’s a feeling suspended in sound.
It came suddenly — not as a plan, but as a necessary release.
Every tone carries a weight, yet nothing forces itself forward.
This is what it sounds like when emotions spill into sound — quietly, honestly.
No lyrics, no message — just melodies speaking what words never could.
Let the music say what cannot be said.

Reverie

Aurion
Aurion was born out of a reversed creative process – instead of building the foundation first, I let my random plonks take the lead. Five unique voices intertwine and rise together toward the end, like a phenomenon of light breaking through the dark.

It is both raw and unrefined, a piece where mechanical energy collides with dreamlike warmth – a hymn to the movement between chaos and harmony. Aurion became a pure release for my recent hectic days. When I finally found a quiet moment for myself this morning, it felt only natural to let it be released in its rawest form.

Aurion

A few weeks ago, my good friend Grant asked me if I could lend a hand with a track he was finishing. Stunned by his incredible vocals, it felt like an honor to support him in any way I could. He told me, “One day, I’ll ask you to make your own interpretation of it.”

Yesterday turned out to be one of the most draining days I’ve had in a long while. I was so exhausted that when I finally opened FL Studio to try and channel all the negative energy, nothing came out — just a blank. Then I remembered what Grant had said a few weeks earlier. We had been talking on Discord while he was also helping me with two of my own tracks. I asked him to send me the raw vocal files, and once I had them, the journey began. Suddenly, everything I had bottled up started to flow into the music.

Close your eyes, listen, and let it take you in.

Hard Roads - Phused

Soluna – The Sun and the Moon, the Cycle of Life

Some songs are created to release emotions – whether heavy or uplifting. But sometimes, a song is born out of something even greater: pure joy and love.

One early summer morning I was babysitting my grandson. We started the day with his favorite show on TV – Babblarna – but he quickly grew tired of it. It was only around six or seven in the morning, so we went into my little home studio and began to play around together. I laid down a few chords and a straight bassline to follow them. And as always, I couldn’t resist sneaking in at least one random plonk. Finally, I added a simple kick. We sat there listening to what I call a Work Pattern.

Vincent looked content, and in that very moment, while the music was playing softly in the background, a melody appeared in my head – filled with joy and love. I stopped, recorded it, and played it back.

What happened next will forever remain a warm memory. Little four-month-old Vincent lit up, became completely excited, and started singing in his own way. There was no question – I had to capture this moment forever, recording his voice and letting him be part of the track.

Since then, the song has been allowed to mature, and in the end, my incredible friend Grant took it across the finish line, with a bit of guidance from me. I even got to stretch my own boundaries and join in vocally... tjikitikaaaa!

Vincent — little are you now, but you have a great future ahead of you.

Soluna

Vegvisir
Some creations carry more than just sound – they hold meaning, memory, and love.

For my grandson Vincent, I gave a small necklace with the ancient Vegvisir symbol – a compass said to guide and protect through storms and darkness. This song is the second part of that gift, his musical Vegvisir.

It took me over a month to complete, not because of doubt, but because I wanted every note to be carved with care – a guiding star written in sound. Random plonks as constellations, pads as northern skies, and a pulse steady as the heart.

This track is my offering – a compass made of music, a second baptism gift, reminding him that he will never be lost as long as there is light to follow.

Vegvisir

Liminal
Between night and dawn, where silence turns into breath.
This piece carries not only the beauty of transition, but also the weight of doubt – the fragile questions of whether it’s worth continuing, and what it all means. Yet in the midst of uncertainty, the music still rises. Pure, simple, true.

Liminal

Moondance
Primal beats ignite the ground, and the song awakens beneath the blood red moonlit sky. Moondance fuses tribal energy with Valkyrian shades dancing around the fire, while ravens circle above and wolves howl in the distance.
Guided by Phuse’s hypnotic arpeggios, the track becomes a ritual – a union of ancient power and cosmic flow.

Moondance

Nimbus
Some songs are born late at night, others in the soft glow before dawn.
This one began after a half sleepless night with my grandson — watching Babblarna, playing, and laying down the first layers in FL Studio. Just as the music started to form, he added his own grand finale: a diaper disaster that ended in a quick shower.

Afterwards, with a warm bottle and fresh clothes, we both fell asleep.
And this morning, after my half sleepless night, with a strong cup of coffee, I picked it up again and finished it in the moment — letting it drift into what became Nimbus: a track as soft and weightless as the clouds, yet filled with warmth, humor, and love.

Nimbus

Sekhem
By now, everyone should know that music is my medium to channel emotions and crazy ideas.
I’ve always loved random plonk — my own name for arpeggios. My life force comes from music, especially melodies, and nothing tops a powerful random plonk.

With Sekhem, my vision was to see how many random plonks could play together at once — creating a groovy inferno of chaos. The vision wasn’t variation or polished professionalism, but a pure mantra of raw chaos in random plonks.

Welcome home — on a rainy September day.
And the question remains: what’s the magical number I actually managed to fit in, all working together at the same time?

Sekhem

🌌Sensus🫀
Latin for feeling – is a journey into the subtle in-between where sound transforms into emotion. Layers of ambient textures intertwine with driving arpeggios and a pulsing sub-bass, while space and depth merge into a hypnotic whole. It captures both closeness and distance, a state between dream and reality. Music to be felt – not just heard.

Sensus

Modus – Latin for rhythm, pattern, and way. It was born on a Friday night while I was babysitting my grandson Vincent, as my wife and daughter went out dancing. We created our own little rave at home, and I even sampled his screams to weave them into the track. With hypnotic Phuse arpeggios, a driving bassline, and an unexpected metal riff, Modus captures my own flow – my pace, my state – when I dance at my very best.

Modus

Sorry, for by deleting this track by misstake.

Crystal Orbit

Some songs carry a spark that lets you know from the very beginning – this one is meant to be something greater. Shimmer was born the moment a simple chord progression met a random plonk in my work pattern. When I shared it in our Discord, it already felt like something bigger was unfolding.

Grant instantly connected, telling me: “I can hear myself singing to that.” My answer was simple: “I’m not going to stop you, my friend.” I sketched out a rough mix idea and then left for a work conference in the stunning landscapes of Sorsele, up on the mountain of Nalovardo.

Listening to my mix idea of Shimmer on repeat against those endless horizons was an experience beyond words. We even stumbled upon a bear during one of our hikes. That whole weekend, the mountain imprinted its essence into me – the air, the silence, the raw presence of nature. One of the photos taken at the very top of Nalovardo now accompanies this release, forever tying the music to that place. When I got back home on Sunday, I knew exactly what to do: capture that feeling and weave it into the track. I even layered in some of my recordings from the trip.

That evening, Grant’s vocal files arrived. At first, I hesitated – his take brought Shimmer into an entirely new space. I let it rest overnight. The next morning, hearing it again, I realized it was exactly where the song needed to go. Something was still missing, though. It finally struck me: Shimmer had to carry the soul of Nalovardo – the echoes of me humming while walking those trails, and even the memory of a Sami guide trying to teach us consultants how to joik.

This is not just another track. It’s a journey born from serendipity, friendship, mountains, and moments you can’t plan for. And while this version carries Grant’s voice into the cosmos, Shimmer also has a second life waiting. The instrumental – shimmering in its own light – will be revealed at a later time.

Ladies and gentlemen we have a lift of, I present to you Shimmer.

Shimmer

Before the vocals, before words gave it direction, there was already a shimmer waiting to be uncovered. A sound that carried the mountain’s essence before even being there – as if the music itself had foreseen the journey.

The instrumental version is that premonition. The unspoken heart of Shimmer – instinctive, timeless, and shaped by silence, horizons, and emotions that existed long before I realized them.

If the vocal version is the voice that lifts, this instrumental is the whisper that dreamed it first.

Ladies and gentlemen we have one more lift of, I present to you Shimmer (Instrumental).

Shimmerin

Sauna
Recorded inside a wood-fired sauna in Nalovardo, after a wonderful day on the mountain top — a calm autumn day when the raw evening air whispered of the cold soon to come.
Each splash of water on the stones turned into steam and rhythm, echoing the contrast between warmth and frost.
A sonic ritual where nature, body, and sound melt together — pure Phuse energy, organic and alive.

Sauna

Renovatio

Sometimes renewal doesn’t come from change —
it comes from returning.

After my trip to Nalovardo, something shifted.
Not loudly, not dramatically — just quietly, deep within.
This track became that moment when the noise settles
and the inner pulse finds its rhythm again.

It’s not a rebirth.
It’s a remembering.

Renovatio

Bonfire

We were sitting around the fire — the whole gang from work —
after a full day of deep impressions, nature, and shared experiences.
Voices blended with the crackling wood.
I wanted to capture that warmth — that simple human stillness.

You can hear me say:

“Lars, no sound.”
“No music.”
“This is what I want.”
“No, no music.”
“Now you ruined it.”

…just as the random plonk fades in and the drums ignite.

These are the final recordings from that journey —
the last echoes of a trip that will stay with me forever,
quietly shaping what I create from here on.

That’s Bonfire — a moment between silence and sound,
where life itself decides when the music should begin. 🔥

Bonfire

Tempus

I didn’t plan this one.
I created a sound — and suddenly the chords were just there,
as if they had been waiting for me to find them.

I played them once, together with the melody,
and while doing it, the arp was born — on its own.
Everything that followed felt guided,
like time itself was shaping the song through my hands.

Because time isn’t something we measure — it’s something we live.
Every tone, every pause, every breath carries a memory.
We are the sum of all our moments, and yet, somehow, more than that.

Tempus flows between stillness and movement —
between the ticking we can’t hear and the emotions we can’t name.
Swampy’s voice and my sounds merge into something that feels eternal —
not looking back or forward, but inward.

This is not a song about time.
It’s what time feels like — when you stop to reflect and listen. ⏳✨

Tempus

Goodbye — Tribute to Orwar

This version is for the man who managed what no system, no diagnosis and no structure around me back then could do.

Orwar Lindwall saw a young, restless, explosive 11-year-old who had just moved from Göteborg to Vallentuna — and instead of trying to quiet me, he learned how to channel me. He didn’t suppress the energy. He formed it. He shaped it. He turned it into precision, intention and discipline.

He led me away from the paths where several of my friends later disappeared.
He opened a door to something bigger — something I could grow inside.

He coached me all the way to my breakthrough.
And when it happened, he didn’t just congratulate me from the side.
He followed me out in the world.
Travelled abroad with me.
Stood by the piste right behind me — reading every micro change in my body posture, breathing and focus — and gave me the presence I trusted more than anything.

Orwar passed away recently, due to the age finally catching up with him.
This ambient version of Goodbye carries both loss and deep gratitude — because everything he built in me still lives forward.

The discipline.
The direction.
The belief in what I could become before I could even see it myself.

Goodbye Orwar.
You changed my life — and that never fades.

Goodbye — Tribute to Orwar

SpaceMaze — The Origin Story
Full MinorScale version: https://soundcloud.com/minorscalemusic/spacemaze-juno?si=efb71d5a21c74ea5ab2bef490cf0123c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
The year is 1995.
Stockholm. Anemon.
A small ambient club filled with smoke, nerves and the raw electricity of youth.
Two young men step onto the stage with synths that were too cheap, dreams that were too big,
and absolutely no idea what they were about to unleash.

But somewhere in that first improvised performance —
between the tension, the chaos, and the beautiful mistakes —
the two arpeggios were born.
Our signature.
Our blueprint.
The sound that would follow us through life.

Pek — the impulsive spark.
Pax — the calculating architect.
Together we were Pekpax, two kids playing like the whole universe was holding its breath.

Fast-forward nearly thirty years.

A few weeks ago Pax posted a simple “Work Pattern” in our Discord.
Just a small clip —
but the moment I heard it, I was back in Anemon.
Back to the smoke, the neon, the adrenaline.
Back to SpaceMaze.
The name we gave our endless jams back when everything was new and nothing was impossible.

Pax dug up screenshots of the original arps from that night.
And suddenly the maze reopened.

Ensonic shaped Part I.
Pax crafted Part II.
I built Part III —
the turning point where the maze deepens, widens, breathes.
And when Swampy joined in, the final ending came alive and sealed the whole journey.

This isn’t just a track.
This is a time capsule —
a resurrection of who we were,
and a celebration of who we’ve become.

Three decades of friendship.
Three decades of sound.
Three decades carried by the same two arps that started everything in a tiny club in Stockholm.

If you want to create your own version and carry the arps forward,
reach out to me or Pax — we’ll share the pianoroll and everything you need.

SpaceMaze lives again.
And now it’s open for anyone ready to step inside.

Spacemaze Juno - Part III

Momentum 

I woke up around 1 AM and couldn’t fall back asleep.
My now hectic life has stolen almost all of my own time — the time where I can just sit in front of my DAW and create music, quietly, without pressure.

I got out of bed, even though I knew I should’ve tried harder to sleep.
In just a few minutes, I built an eight-bar Work Pattern with everything I needed to shape a track later.
Then I shut it down and went back to bed, managing another hour or two of sleep.

When a small window opened up during the day, I opened the project again.
And the track simply continued from where I had left it.
No plan, no structure — just pure instinct.

Momentum was born in that moment.
A track created on the move, in a brief second of stillness that just happened to appear.

Momentum

I just needed to release the stress of the day — to breathe out everything that had been building up.

Just a spark, a pulse… and suddenly the hypnotic pad chords appeared and showed me the way, as if they had been waiting beneath the surface.
The more I worked, the more the pressure dissolved.

This track is that moment when sound moves like light through water.
Soft pulses.
Gentle rushes.
A calm kind of euphoria growing without ever breaking.

I didn’t force anything.
Every tone found its place naturally, like ripples spreading from a single drop.

This is Dopamine — not the word, but the feeling

Dopamine

❄️🫧 Sometimes winter isn’t cold — it’s calm. 🎹🎶

Midvinter came from that quiet space where light moves slowly through the dark, where every small shimmer feels like a breath in the frozen air.

The pads drift like distant snowdrifts, the soft chimes echo like frost settling on glass, and everything unfolds at its own pace. Nothing forced. Nothing rushed.

This track is a moment of stillness — a winter solstice inside the mind.

Close your eyes, breathe, and let the cold light carry you.

Midvinter

This track was finished today — on the same day a new life entered the world.
Little Valentin arrived, and somehow the music already carried the light that was coming.

The Spanish vocals speak of water falling from the sky,
of light guiding our steps,
of hearts beating in the same rhythm,
and of love that carries us without fear.
It felt meant to be — as if the song had been waiting for him.

This piece is also a quiet tribute to my daughter Sofie,
whose strength and kindness made me a grandfather once again.
I’m endlessly proud of her.
Valentin’s first dawn is her gift to the world.

And for me, this moment marks both a beginning and an ending.
A new chapter opens for him — and at the same time,
this will be my last public release for a while.
If you want to understand why,
you’ll find the answer in my profile.

In this life, in love,
our hearts really do beat to the same rhythm.

Peace 🫶

El Alba de Valentín

This is my Christmas gift to you. 🎅
Who knows… if you’re kind, maybe Santa will bring more next year.

Avenging Angel - RePhused

I don’t just make music — I live inside it.
Every tone, every whisper, every drifting pad is a part of something larger than words.

For years I’ve shared pieces of my soul openly.
Beautiful moments, difficult moments, and everything in between.
But creation changes — and so do we.

From now on, my journey moves into a quieter space.
I’ll still create, still explore the landscapes between chaos and calm…
but much of what I make will remain private, shared only with a few who walk close to me.

Music is no longer something I release —
it’s something I protect.
A place where I breathe, heal, and stay grounded.

Ambient is my path, yet I never let boundaries define me.
Arpeggios, textures, and the occasional random plonk still guide my compass.
But they do so away from the noise of metrics, trends, and endless expectations.

Success isn’t what reaches the world.
It’s what reaches me.

If you’re here, thank you.
If something resonates, that’s a beautiful bonus.
But the real journey now happens in the quiet —
where music is not a product, but a sanctuary. 🌙

Peace 🫶

Phuse

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