Powder Mill / Press

“It’s a rough America out there, but good luck finding anyone playing Southern rock music more fraught than this. The Missouri foursome’s ferocious new album, “Land of the Free,” depicts red state desperation in hi-def technicolor — a place where blue-collar survivors are free to dream, free to worship early Skynyrd, free to hate the cops, free to hate themselves. Few country-rock songbooks are this brutally honest. And fewer are this flat-out brutal.”

“I've been a fan of Carter County, Missouri's premier rock 'n roll band Powder Mill for quite a while now. They even made my list of top 10 Southern rock acts of the modern era last year. But with that said, I still think I may have underestimated them just a little because their new record Land of the Free (which was produced by Cody Dickinson of the North Mississippi Allstars at his father's legendary Zebra Ranch Studios) trumped my expectations completely. Musically, it's some of the best rock 'n roll I've heard in quite some time and the heavy guitar licks wouldn't sound too out of place on your local classic rock station alongside Molly Hatchet, Blackfoot, and the Outlaws. Lyrically, it has the gritty realism that is normally associated with great country troubadours like David Allan Coe, New South-era Bocephus, and (to name a more contemporary example) Roger Alan Wade. In other words, on this record the boys from”

“Unabashedly Southern and raw as a Hell’s Angel’s ass after he upends his hog, Powder Mill are one of the best goddamn bands to emerge from below the Mason-Dixon in the past decade. Like kindred forebears Lynyrd Skynyrd and Drive-By Truckers, Powder Mill mines the South’s rich folklore, inviting drawl and working class ethos to create unshakeable honest, utterly unvarnished music packed with dirty truths and shadowy humor. And these Missouri boys just keep getting better.”

"One of the best rock albums of 2010 came creeping out of the Ozarks stinking of meth and misery. Powder Mill, a grizzled Missouri quartet, felt like Southern rock’s answer to Dead Moon: a band of outsider survivalists who understood greatness and sounded like they had lived hard pursuing it."