While the country burns with boredom, Sereias dive headfirst into jazz-punk, promising an anthem for a campaign that urgently needs to spill into the streets. At the center is the biting poetry of A. Pedro Ribeiro — cursed poet, anarchist, former presidential candidate — in constant collision with the murky, electronic, and immersive atmospheres crafted by the sonic chewers who accompany him. In this avant-garde format — punk, free jazz, and post-rock — senses are set off in voluntary eruption, through the freedom of execution and the simultaneous denial of that same conventional stance. A “Zappa-esque” (in)discipline that carries us into the territories of This Heat, Pere Ubu, or The Fall. And if the records already represent a brazen audacity in their multiplicity of profiles, the live “praxis” is not only direct and tempestuous but also cannibalistic and exasperating. The balance is held together by extremes, and as uncomfortable as they appear on stage, they ultimately manage to keep the audience at the center of their focus.