“Warren Spicer sounds like he’s following tracks out in the snow on ‘Game Shows,’ even though the song seems to be set indoors, in front of a television screen. We’re transported though, to where the soft and powdery snow is a few inches deep and the longing pangs lead us. It takes us to a small fire for warmth, kicking dirty ashes of exhausted wood cords into a fluttery travel pattern that only takes them up so far and then drops them into our hair or hat and onto our Thermoses.”
