Swedish project Quant resides in an interzone between house, jazz and electronica. The music is too mellow to be called dance, and too unsettling to be called ambient. Instead, it becomes a sort of otherworldly lounge music, perhaps designed for hotel bars in a future Metropolis. The problem with this music, as I see it, is the lack of real emotion.
"Quantastical Quantasm" is too self-conscious, too smart, too bloody safe. Despite Quant's progressive ambitions, not much is really put at stake here. A splendid exception is "Murder Icecream Foreplay", where Psycore vocalist Markus Jaan adds a disturbing quality with his psychotic lyric reciting.