Take A Breath by Mad Cow: Indie Rock That Kicks You in the Teeth
Alright, let’s get real for a second. Take A Breath by Mad Cow isn’t your polished, overproduced stadium rock garbage—it’s raw, gritty, and dripping with attitude. Released back in 2011 outta New Zealand on some no-name label (Not On Label, seriously?), this album doesn’t try to impress you with fancy tricks or million-dollar marketing budgets. Nope. It just hits hard, like a boot to the chest, and leaves you gasping for air. And honestly? That’s why it sticks.
First off, can we talk about “I Won’t Break”? This track is straight fire—like, throw-it-on-repeat-until-your-neighbors-hate-you fire. Isca’s vocals are raw as hell, like she’s screaming right into your soul while Joe Smo shreds his guitar in the background. The bassline from Capital K thumps so hard it feels like your speakers might explode. It’s not perfect—it’s messy, unapologetic, and kinda sounds like they recorded it live in someone’s garage—but damn if it doesn’t make you wanna punch the sky. Every time I hear those opening chords, I’m ready to take on the world. Or at least scream into a pillow.
Then there’s “Been Around The World.” This one sneaks up on ya. Starts off slow, almost dreamy, but don’t let that fool ya—it builds into this chaotic explosion of drums (shoutout Greg Leg) and razor-sharp riffs that cut deeper than most bands could ever hope to. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’re already hooked. Lyrically, it’s vague enough to mean whatever the hell you want it to, but there’s something about the way Isca delivers the lines that makes you feel like she’s lived every word. It’s haunting, man. Like listening to someone unravel their darkest secrets.
The rest of the album ain’t bad either. Tracks like “See Through You” and the title track “Take A Breath” keep the energy high without feeling repetitive. Michael Smither’s artwork fits the vibe too—dark, edgy, and totally DIY. Even the mixing, done by Joe (Smo) Smither, has this rough-around-the-edges charm that suits the music perfectly.
So yeah, Take A Breath isn’t gonna win any Grammys, and who cares? This is indie rock at its most honest—no gimmicks, no bullshit, just four people pouring everything they’ve got into these songs. Listening to it feels like finding an old mixtape in the back of your closet and realizing it’s still your favorite thing ever.
And here’s the kicker: after all these years, I still can’t figure out why more people haven’t heard of Mad Cow. Maybe they burned too bright, too fast. Or maybe they didn’t give two shits about fame. Either way, this album slaps harder than half the crap cluttering up Spotify playlists today. Go listen to it. Just… don’t blame me when it ruins your life.