Josh spent Halloween this year pining for a Cabin in the Woods (no Joss Whedon)…

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Alfred Soto: There’s a subgenre of music recorded by women — let’s use Lucinda Williams’ “Side of the Road” as a modern instance — celebrating private spaces. Men have shied away from addressing this subject because when they’re not on the prowl they’re playing Xbox or something. Turner’s burnished baritone doesn’t strike me as the kind that deepens with each rain drop falling on a tin roof, though, and the arrangement is generic as hell.
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Josh Langhoff: Longing to escape the grid, Josh Turner pines for a secluded cabin with Girl Who Moves In Firelight, but his inchoate plaint raises more questions than it answers. Does he own this cabin? Or is he just hoping he’ll find one, decked out with tin roof and porch rail, by g-d’s grace and the guidance of stars? If the latter, does he already know Girl’s identity, or does she come with the cabin? Does Josh Turner call his wife “Girl”? Since he and I are the same age, does calling his wife “Girl” in that deep voice lead invariably to reciting one of Boyz II Men’s spoken interludes? Does this annoy his wife like it does mine? Do these misguided displays of affection pile up around Josh Turner’s wife until, desperate, she flees 100 miles through the woods to a secluded cabin, comfortable in the belief that Josh Turner will leave her alone for a couple days? Does Josh Turner think this is some kind of game?
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W.B. Swygart: Leave the kids with your mum, honey, cos ol’ Josh knows a cracking owl sanctuary. Bonus point because it’s nearly midnight on Sunday, and the drowsiness this brings on is actually kind of agreeable right now.
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Megan Harrington: Daylight saving time has ended and we’re awash in meaningless dark as soon as we leave our day jobs. “Lay Low” isn’t Tahiti with RumChata in a coconut, but when you’re facing down the grim remainder of the calendar year, even a weekend away from all your obligations is a fantasy. Turner’s voice is a sleepy drawl that, if not inspiring certain thrills, sounds cozy enough to be your favorite sweats set. His off-the-grid getaway appeals because the song stays firmly in the mid-tempo. Even as Turner stretches for a soaring chorus, “Lay Low” remains a modest ballad: relaxing, even if you’ll be back at work again in less than twelve hours. 
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Luisa Lopez: My favorite part of every Josh Turner song is the moment when he starts to sing and his voice is an octave-and-a-half lower (and thus a shock-and-a-half greater) than expected. That said, this is hardly used to its full potential here and the song certainly suffers.
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Brad Shoup: Goodness, he’s in a torpor. There’s neither hunger nor languor here, just a weary man steadily chugging toward the end of a work week. Turner’s not built for the high notes, but neither is his vocal support, and that’s kind of a shame. I’d say he needs counselling more than a cabin.
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Anthony Easton: I was hoping for something less generic than this, but the rain sounds are pleasant enough. 
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