Tunic’s A Harmony of Loss Has Been Sung is a meatgrinder of syncopated distortion, clarity of grief, unfiltered lyrics, raw textured instruments, and hard hitting repetition. It’s no wonder this album of disparate sensations provides a release, a mode of muted catharsis as the sound they produce scratches at the air, grasping for it.
The composition of the record is complex, but straightforward, a dry sound that’s a rich and a refreshing taste in how the band dictates the empty spaces of sound.
Spacing is essential in this record which is noticeably different from their previous albums, Wrong Dream (2023), Quitter (2021), and Exhaling (2021). These previous albums felt like a desire to fill the space of sounds, unrelenting,…
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Winnipeg art punks Tunic cut some of the genre’s most heart-pounding and apocalyptic soundscapes; the screams of vocalist David Schellenberg sound less of anger and more of desperation. Despite the band’s willingness to tweak their punishing formula between releases, they’ve never sounded quite as invigorated — or quite as close to the precipice of a major breakthrough — as they do on Wrong Dream, their caustic and invigorating third album.
Urgent, angular, unpredictable riffs are the predominant sound between tracks that can otherwise vary wildly in tempo, vocal delivery and lyrical subject matter. Evidence of Tunic’s versatility can be heard in a song like “My Body, My Blood,” which builds anxiously to their usual…
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