Helladdict have released a self-titled EP, and let’s be real from the start: these guys clearly know how to craft a truly heavy sound. And while I usually stay skeptical toward bands shouting about protest and fighting the system, this time it works. Helladdict sound convincing, sincere, as if they got together not in a cozy studio but in an abandoned warehouse covered in graffiti with crumbling walls.

As for the music itself, this self-titled EP is practically a celebration for anyone missing the old school.. Helladdict throw us straight back into the era of the 80s and 90s, when metal was the fierce voice of the streets and not someone’s commercial studio experiment packed with expensive gear. They have no hesitation in channeling that raw passion you could feel in early Sepultura records or the height of Slayer’s thrash waves. And yes, this is one of those cases where the aggression is not for its own sake but to scream to the world: “Hey, we’re still here, and we care about what’s going on around us!”

The guitars are thick, rough, and filthy, the riffs cut like blades, and the vocals hit exactly the way they should, even if sometimes you have no idea what exactly is being said. The drums shake your spine, and the bass makes your bones hum in sync. And still, it all holds together with surprising cohesion, even a kind of hypnosis — which is rare for bands trying to revive the protest spirit in metal.

Helladdict also bring up themes that might seem simple but always matter: freedom of thought, resistance to restrictions, and internal conflict. There is no poetic subtlety here — instead, there is the raw truth of the streets, delivered exactly as it should be: sharp, direct, and uncompromising.

Now let’s break it down, because Helladdict open their EP with that very track, “Sombras”, which immediately slaps you in the face. There is no attempt here to make the sound more “friendly” — everything hits hard and straight on. The production is intentionally rough around the edges, with a feeling that everything was recorded on the fly, live. The guitars roar, the drums hit like a mechanical hammer, and the vocals are dry, forced out like a hoarse truth after a long silence.

This is where the core begins: on the surface, you hear just metal, but beneath it, the EP pulls toward deeper things. Helladdict scatter anxious signals throughout the lyrics and rhythms — about isolation, internal longing, and the attempt to find meaning while the world outside burns and cracks apart. This is not whining — it is more like a metal-on-metal observation: yes, everything is falling apart, but even in that chaos, there is a center. The whole thing feels tense, pressing, like holding a live wire in your hands with no way to let go.

And then comes crashing in “Puño De Hierro” — the second track, where Helladdict pull back a bit from their frontal assault and start playing with tempo. Slowing down, then lunging forward again. This song digs for structure in the meaningless — not to calm down, but to stoke the inner fire even further.

The closing track, “Nuclear War,” is a finale after which silence speaks louder than any sound. The title says it all, but the song itself is a muffled, low, grim echo of a possible end. There is no catharsis here. What you feel instead is this: it is only just beginning. The sound thickens, drops lower, becomes almost claustrophobic. It is a tunnel without light, and all you hear is your own breath and these layered, almost ritualistic strikes, like someone digging toward the surface, clawing their way back into the world.

Built for Chaos, Tuned for Rage

That is exactly how these three tracks — “Sombras,” “Puño De Hierro,” and “Nuclear War” — work: as three chapters of a single manifesto. The Helladdict EP is fifteen minutes that pull you out of your routine. Some will say it is too grim, too harsh in sound. But others will understand: Helladdict hold up a mirror. And maybe, for the first time in a long while, that mirror does not reflect the ideal listener — it reflects a real person, with doubts, with anger, with a voice that has been waiting to be heard.

Helladdict also know how to play atmosphere to their advantage — that same anxiety and nervous tension you feel walking into a protest or standing among people fed up with the way their lives are going. The EP carries a bit of that. All three tracks sound like a challenge or a protest slogan, scratched into a concrete wall and traced over in bright paint.

So if you have been looking for something to shake you up, maybe piss you off a bit, or at least make you feel alive and unchained, Helladdict is a strong contender. These guys are not trying to dress anything up — they make it clear that if something is wrong, you should not stay silent. You should make yourself heard, loud and clear. And their music does exactly that: loud, raw, and absolutely convincing.

And if all that philosophy — identity struggles, the abyss, Nietzsche, and mirrors — is not exactly what you need right now, then honestly, whatever. Because Helladdict also works on another level. This EP hits just right in the car — especially if the road is long, the asphalt is hot, and you are already in fourth gear. Or in your headphones, if you are in the subway and do not want to hear the damn city noise. And if you are lifting heavy at the gym and need something that literally screams “GO” in your face — then forget it, hit play on “Puño De Hierro” and get moving. Even if you are just grinding rep in WoW or smashing mobs in Diablo, Helladdict gives you that perfect backdrop that makes everything feel just right — focused, intense, and angry in the best way possible.

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