The Swapper is grainy, dark and cast in perpetual soft focus your eyes cant seem to find purchase on what should be cold, sterile metal and jagged, rocky ground. Its handcrafted art assets (constructed from clay models and everyday materials) could have easily lent homespun warmth to these clanking, empty corridors, but somehow theyve done the opposite; shine your torch on the walls of Theseus station and the details can become murkier, the film grain fuzzier and the bloom more obscuring. And beneath all that, the absence of production line uniformity betrays itself: lines arent quite straight, details morph into blur. Facepalm Games has fashioned spaces that look more alien the closer you stare, and scored them with a soundtrack thats equally unsettling, occasionally teasing the possibility of something more melodic, only to devolve into a harsh static drone.