Topical remedies that can remove the excess buildup of skin on a callused foot, cleanse bacteria-ridden pores, or help wounds heal faster stand no chance against Seattle’s own Same-Sex Dictator. Following the recent departure of their New York–bound guitarist, this uncompromising, blistering, post-hard-core bass/drums duo is trudging on like an unstoppable force, and the heavy-heavy dysrhythmic musical interplay between its two members hits you before you ever bother to look. With dual vocals (obnoxious and low, as SSD describe ’em) that shred the throat, and music that moves from a slow churning swagger to a boiling fierce abandon, self-conscious pretty people should steer clear. Even if this is really ugly music, I’d still ask it out for a drink or six.

Listen to a sample of Same Sex Dictator’s “Cybernetic.”